The Plays of William Shakspeare ...C. Bathurst, 1785 |
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... hope ; and must not die , ' Till George be pack'd with post - horse up to heaven , I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath not ...
... hope ; and must not die , ' Till George be pack'd with post - horse up to heaven , I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath not ...
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... hope fo . Glo . I know fo . -But , gentle lady Anne , - To leave this keen encounter of our wits , And fall fomewhat into a flower method 3 ; -- Is not the caufer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry , and Edward , As ...
... hope fo . Glo . I know fo . -But , gentle lady Anne , - To leave this keen encounter of our wits , And fall fomewhat into a flower method 3 ; -- Is not the caufer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry , and Edward , As ...
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... hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live fo . Glo . Vouchfafe to wear this ring . Anne . To take is not to give . [ She puts on the ring . Glo . Look , how this ring encompaffeth thy finger , Even fo thy breaft enclofeth my poor heart ...
... hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live fo . Glo . Vouchfafe to wear this ring . Anne . To take is not to give . [ She puts on the ring . Glo . Look , how this ring encompaffeth thy finger , Even fo thy breaft enclofeth my poor heart ...
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... hope ; his grace speaks chear- fully . Queen . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? Buck . Ay , madam : he defires to make atonement Between the duke of Glofter and your brothers , And between them and my lord chamberlain ...
... hope ; his grace speaks chear- fully . Queen . God grant him health ! Did you confer with him ? Buck . Ay , madam : he defires to make atonement Between the duke of Glofter and your brothers , And between them and my lord chamberlain ...
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... hope , this compaffionate humour of mine will change ; it was went to hold me but while one would tell twenty . 1 Murd . How doft thou feel thyself now ? 2 Murd . Faith , fome certain dregs of confcience " are yet within me . 1 Murd ...
... hope , this compaffionate humour of mine will change ; it was went to hold me but while one would tell twenty . 1 Murd . How doft thou feel thyself now ? 2 Murd . Faith , fome certain dregs of confcience " are yet within me . 1 Murd ...
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Стр. 238 - 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.
Стр. 42 - 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.
Стр. 499 - I'll speak a little. [He holds her by the hand, silent] CORIOLANUS. O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Стр. 348 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate ; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Стр. 283 - A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Стр. 21 - 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...
Стр. 280 - 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.
Стр. 284 - 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...
Стр. 6 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...
Стр. 280 - 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.