The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 5C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... comes , methinks , and the Queen with him ; I'll be the first , sure . 2 Pet . Come back , fool , this is the Duke of Suffolk , and not my Lord Protector . Suf . How now , fellow , wouldst any thing with me ? 1 Pet . I pray , my Lord ...
... comes , methinks , and the Queen with him ; I'll be the first , sure . 2 Pet . Come back , fool , this is the Duke of Suffolk , and not my Lord Protector . Suf . How now , fellow , wouldst any thing with me ? 1 Pet . I pray , my Lord ...
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... Come , fellow , follow us for thy reward . SCENE , the STREET . [ Exeunt . Enter Duke Humphry and his Men , in mourning ... comes ; and I'll prepare My tear - ftain'd eyes to fee her miferies . Enter Enter the Dutchefs in a white Sheet ...
... Come , fellow , follow us for thy reward . SCENE , the STREET . [ Exeunt . Enter Duke Humphry and his Men , in mourning ... comes ; and I'll prepare My tear - ftain'd eyes to fee her miferies . Enter Enter the Dutchefs in a white Sheet ...
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... comes thought onthought , And not a thought , but thinks on dignity . My brain , more bufy than the lab'ring fpider , Weaves tedious fnares to trap mine enemies . Well , Nobles , well ; ' tis politickly done , To fend me packing with an ...
... comes thought onthought , And not a thought , but thinks on dignity . My brain , more bufy than the lab'ring fpider , Weaves tedious fnares to trap mine enemies . Well , Nobles , well ; ' tis politickly done , To fend me packing with an ...
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... come to me again , And giv'n me notice of their villanies . This devil here shall be my substitute ; For that John ... comes my Lord . Suf . Now , Sir , have you difpatch'd this thing ? 1. Ay , my good Lord , he's dead . Suf . Why ...
... come to me again , And giv'n me notice of their villanies . This devil here shall be my substitute ; For that John ... comes my Lord . Suf . Now , Sir , have you difpatch'd this thing ? 1. Ay , my good Lord , he's dead . Suf . Why ...
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... come from Ireland ; And with a puiffant and mighty pow'r Of gallow - glaffes and ftout Kernes , Is marching hitherward in proud array : And ftill proclaimeth , as he comes along , His arms are only to remove from thee The Duke of ...
... come from Ireland ; And with a puiffant and mighty pow'r Of gallow - glaffes and ftout Kernes , Is marching hitherward in proud array : And ftill proclaimeth , as he comes along , His arms are only to remove from thee The Duke of ...
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Página 217 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 370 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Página 134 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Página 377 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Página 367 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 368 - Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy, too much honour : O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Página 133 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Página 71 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Página 368 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 133 - To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...