The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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Стр. 1548
... She is hard by , with twenty thoufand Men ; And therefore fortifie your Hold , my Lord . York . Ay , with my Sword . What , think'ft thou that we fear them ? Edward and Richard , you shall stay with me , My Brother Montague fhall poft ...
... She is hard by , with twenty thoufand Men ; And therefore fortifie your Hold , my Lord . York . Ay , with my Sword . What , think'ft thou that we fear them ? Edward and Richard , you shall stay with me , My Brother Montague fhall poft ...
Стр. 1552
... , for my Father's fake . Queen . Nay ftay , let's here the Orizons he makes . Tork . She - Wolf of France , But worfe than Wolves of France , Whofe Whofe Tongue more poifons than the Adder's Tooth : How 1552 The Third Part of.
... , for my Father's fake . Queen . Nay ftay , let's here the Orizons he makes . Tork . She - Wolf of France , But worfe than Wolves of France , Whofe Whofe Tongue more poifons than the Adder's Tooth : How 1552 The Third Part of.
Стр. 1574
... She on his left fide craving Aid for Henry ; He on his right , asking a Wife for Edward . She weeps , and fays , her Henry is depos'd ; He fmiles , and fays , his Edward is inftall'd ; That the poor wretch for grief can fpeak no more ...
... She on his left fide craving Aid for Henry ; He on his right , asking a Wife for Edward . She weeps , and fays , her Henry is depos'd ; He fmiles , and fays , his Edward is inftall'd ; That the poor wretch for grief can fpeak no more ...
Стр. 1577
... she shall be my Love , or else my Queen . Say , that King Edward take thee for his Queen ? Gray . ' Tis better faid than done , my gracious Lord ; I am a Subject fit to jeft withal , But far unfit to be a Sovereign , K. Edw . Sweet ...
... she shall be my Love , or else my Queen . Say , that King Edward take thee for his Queen ? Gray . ' Tis better faid than done , my gracious Lord ; I am a Subject fit to jeft withal , But far unfit to be a Sovereign , K. Edw . Sweet ...
Стр. 1579
... She did corrupt frail Nature with fome Bribe , To fhrink mine Arm like to a wither'd fhrub , To make an envious Mountain on my Back , Where fits Deformity to mock my Body ; To fhape my Legs of an unequal fize , To difproportion me in ...
... She did corrupt frail Nature with fome Bribe , To fhrink mine Arm like to a wither'd fhrub , To make an envious Mountain on my Back , Where fits Deformity to mock my Body ; To fhape my Legs of an unequal fize , To difproportion me in ...
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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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Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
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Стр. 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.
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Стр. 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.