The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Tom 5Carpenter and Son, 1813 |
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... young Rutland , by rough Clifford slain : And , after many scorns , many foul taunts , They took his head , and on the gates of York They set the same ; and there it doth remain , The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd . Edw . Sweet ...
... young Rutland , by rough Clifford slain : And , after many scorns , many foul taunts , They took his head , and on the gates of York They set the same ; and there it doth remain , The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd . Edw . Sweet ...
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... young before her face . Who ' scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting ? Not he , that sets his foot upon her back . The smallest worm will turn , being trodden on ; And doves will peck , in safeguard of their brood . Ambitious York ...
... young before her face . Who ' scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting ? Not he , that sets his foot upon her back . The smallest worm will turn , being trodden on ; And doves will peck , in safeguard of their brood . Ambitious York ...
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... young Rutland , was it not ? Cliff . Ay , and old York , and yet not satisfied . Rich . For God's sake , lords , give signal to the fight . War . What say'st thou , Henry , wilt thou yield the crown ? [ dare you speak ? Q. Mar. Why ...
... young Rutland , was it not ? Cliff . Ay , and old York , and yet not satisfied . Rich . For God's sake , lords , give signal to the fight . War . What say'st thou , Henry , wilt thou yield the crown ? [ dare you speak ? Q. Mar. Why ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Strona 39
... young Rutland could not satisfy . War . Ay , but he's dead : Off with the traitor's head , And rear it in the place your father's stands.- And now to London with triumphant march , There to be crowned England's royal king . From whence ...
... young Rutland could not satisfy . War . Ay , but he's dead : Off with the traitor's head , And rear it in the place your father's stands.- And now to London with triumphant march , There to be crowned England's royal king . From whence ...
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Strona 56 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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.
Strona 53 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
Strona 84 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Strona 53 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strona 48 - O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours...
Strona 49 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Strona 93 - Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Strona 9 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place ? Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy...
Strona 19 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes. Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea...
Strona 104 - I COME no more to make you laugh; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.