The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Nide 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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Sivu 1542
... Peace . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to fpeak . War . Plantagenet shall speak firft : Here him Lords , And be you filent and attentive too , For he that interrupts him , thall not live . K. Henry . Think'ft thou ...
... Peace . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to fpeak . War . Plantagenet shall speak firft : Here him Lords , And be you filent and attentive too , For he that interrupts him , thall not live . K. Henry . Think'ft thou ...
Sivu 1544
... Peace abandon'd and defpis'd . [ Exeunt Nor . Cliff . Weftm . War . Turn this way , Henry , and regard them not . Exe . They feek revenge , and therefore will not yield . K. Henry . Ah Exeter ! - War . Why should you figh , my Lord ? K ...
... Peace abandon'd and defpis'd . [ Exeunt Nor . Cliff . Weftm . War . Turn this way , Henry , and regard them not . Exe . They feek revenge , and therefore will not yield . K. Henry . Ah Exeter ! - War . Why should you figh , my Lord ? K ...
Sivu 1558
... Peace and Prayer . Rich . I krew it well , Lord Warwick , blame me not , ' Tis love I bear thy Glories makes me fpeak . But in this troublous time what's to be done ? Shall we go throw away our Coats of Steel , And wrap our Bodies in ...
... Peace and Prayer . Rich . I krew it well , Lord Warwick , blame me not , ' Tis love I bear thy Glories makes me fpeak . But in this troublous time what's to be done ? Shall we go throw away our Coats of Steel , And wrap our Bodies in ...
Sivu 1570
... Peace . For what doth cherish Weeds , but gentle Air ? And what makes Robbers bold , but too much lenity ? Bootlefs ... peaceful looks : Some Troops purfue the bloody - minded Queen , That led calm Henry , though he were a King , As doth ...
... Peace . For what doth cherish Weeds , but gentle Air ? And what makes Robbers bold , but too much lenity ? Bootlefs ... peaceful looks : Some Troops purfue the bloody - minded Queen , That led calm Henry , though he were a King , As doth ...
Sivu 1584
... Peace impudent and thameless Warwick , peace , Proud fetter up , and puller down of Kings , I will not hence , ' till with my Talk and Tears ( Both full of Truth ) I make King Lewis behold Thy fly Conveyance , and thy Lord's falfe Love ...
... Peace impudent and thameless Warwick , peace , Proud fetter up , and puller down of Kings , I will not hence , ' till with my Talk and Tears ( Both full of Truth ) I make King Lewis behold Thy fly Conveyance , and thy Lord's falfe Love ...
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Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Blood Brother Buck Buckingham Calchas Caufe Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Coufin Crown Curfe Death defire Diomede doth Duke Duke of York e'er Edward Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fafe faid Farewel Father fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak Friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet give Goths Grace Haftings Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n Hector Henry himſelf Honour i'th King Lady Lavinia lefs Lord Lord Chamberlain Love Lucius Madam Martius moft morrow muft muſt Noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Peace pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Priam Prince Queen Reafon reft Rich Rome ſhall Soul ſpeak Sword Tears tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thou art Titus Titus Andronicus Tongue Troi Troilus unto Vlyf Warwick whofe
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Sivu 1630 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
Sivu 1774 - 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.
Sivu 1776 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Sivu 1859 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Sivu 1567 - 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...
Sivu 1777 - 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 fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Sivu 1839 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Sivu 1775 - 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.
Sivu 1782 - 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...
Sivu 1749 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.