The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Том 5H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... leave thine infolence . Since thou wert King , ( as who is King , but thou ? ) The Common - wealth hath daily run to wreck . The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the feas , And all the Peers , and Nobles of the Realm , Have been as bond ...
... leave thine infolence . Since thou wert King , ( as who is King , but thou ? ) The Common - wealth hath daily run to wreck . The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the feas , And all the Peers , and Nobles of the Realm , Have been as bond ...
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... leave To fhew fome reason of no little force , That York is most unmeet of any man . York . I'll tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet : Firft , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the Place , My lord of ...
... leave To fhew fome reason of no little force , That York is most unmeet of any man . York . I'll tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet : Firft , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the Place , My lord of ...
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... leave , my lord of York , To be the Poft , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To fup with me to morrow night ...
... leave , my lord of York , To be the Poft , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To fup with me to morrow night ...
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... leave , the wind was very high , And , ten to one , old Joan had not gone out . K. Henry . But what a point , my lord , your Faulcon made , And what a pitch fhe flew above the reft : To fee how God in all his creatures works ! Yea , man ...
... leave , the wind was very high , And , ten to one , old Joan had not gone out . K. Henry . But what a point , my lord , your Faulcon made , And what a pitch fhe flew above the reft : To fee how God in all his creatures works ! Yea , man ...
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... leave t'afflict my heart ! Sorrow and grief have vanquifh'd all my powers ; And vanquish'd as I am , I yield to thee , Or to the meaneft groom . K. Henry . O God , what mischiefs work the wicked ones , Heaping confufion on their own ...
... leave t'afflict my heart ! Sorrow and grief have vanquifh'd all my powers ; And vanquish'd as I am , I yield to thee , Or to the meaneft groom . K. Henry . O God , what mischiefs work the wicked ones , Heaping confufion on their own ...
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Стр. 336 - 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. 368 - 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. 213 - 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. 366 - Why, well; 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.
Стр. 190 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Стр. 190 - 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, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Стр. 200 - 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!
Стр. 211 - That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Стр. 366 - 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. 375 - 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...