The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Том 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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... Lord Say . Lord Scales , Governor of the Tower . Sir Humphry Stafford . " Young Stafford , bis Brother . Alexander Iden , a Kentish Gentleman . Young Clifford , Son to the Lord Clifford . Edward Plantagenet , Richard Plantagenet , Sons ...
... Lord Say . Lord Scales , Governor of the Tower . Sir Humphry Stafford . " Young Stafford , bis Brother . Alexander Iden , a Kentish Gentleman . Young Clifford , Son to the Lord Clifford . Edward Plantagenet , Richard Plantagenet , Sons ...
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... Lord , that lend'ft me life , Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness ! For thou haft giv'n me , in this beauteous face , A world of earthly bleffings to my fout ; If fympathy of love unite our thoughts . Q.Mar . Great King of England ...
... Lord , that lend'ft me life , Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness ! For thou haft giv'n me , in this beauteous face , A world of earthly bleffings to my fout ; If fympathy of love unite our thoughts . Q.Mar . Great King of England ...
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... Lord of Glofter , now ye grow too hot : It was the pleasure of my Lord the King . Glo . My Lord of Winchefter , I know your mind . ' Tis not my fpeeches that you do miflike , But ' tis my prefence that doth trouble you . Rancour will ...
... Lord of Glofter , now ye grow too hot : It was the pleasure of my Lord the King . Glo . My Lord of Winchefter , I know your mind . ' Tis not my fpeeches that you do miflike , But ' tis my prefence that doth trouble you . Rancour will ...
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... Lord ! are you fo cholerick With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time , I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glo . Nay , be not angry , I am pleas'd again . Enter Messenger . Me . My Lord Protector , ' tis ...
... Lord ! are you fo cholerick With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time , I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glo . Nay , be not angry , I am pleas'd again . Enter Messenger . Me . My Lord Protector , ' tis ...
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... Lord Protector . Suf . How now , fellow , wouldst any thing with me ? 1 Pet . I pray , my Lord , pardon me ; I took ye for my Lord Protector . Q. Mar. To my Lord Protector . [ reading . ] Are your fupplications to his lordship ? let me ...
... Lord Protector . Suf . How now , fellow , wouldst any thing with me ? 1 Pet . I pray , my Lord , pardon me ; I took ye for my Lord Protector . Q. Mar. To my Lord Protector . [ reading . ] Are your fupplications to his lordship ? let me ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...