The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Tom 5A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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Strona 4
... thoughts . 2. Mar. Great King of England , and my gracious The mutual conf'rence that my mind hath had , [ Lord , By day , by night , waking , and in my dreams , In courtly company , or at my beads , With you mine alder - lievieft ...
... thoughts . 2. Mar. Great King of England , and my gracious The mutual conf'rence that my mind hath had , [ Lord , By day , by night , waking , and in my dreams , In courtly company , or at my beads , With you mine alder - lievieft ...
Strona 11
... thoughts : And may that thought , when I imagine ill Against my King and nephew , virtuous Henry , Be my last breathing in this mortal world ! My troublous dreams this night do make me fad . Elean . What dream'd my Lord ? tell me , and ...
... thoughts : And may that thought , when I imagine ill Against my King and nephew , virtuous Henry , Be my last breathing in this mortal world ! My troublous dreams this night do make me fad . Elean . What dream'd my Lord ? tell me , and ...
Strona 15
... thought King Henry had refembled thee In courage , courtship , and proportion . But all his mind is bent to holiness , To number Ave Maries on his beads ; His champions are the prophets and apostles ; His weapons , holy faws of facred ...
... thought King Henry had refembled thee In courage , courtship , and proportion . But all his mind is bent to holiness , To number Ave Maries on his beads ; His champions are the prophets and apostles ; His weapons , holy faws of facred ...
Strona 18
... thought any fuch matter : God is my witnefs , I am falfely accufed by the villain . Pet . By these ten bones , my Lord , he did fpeak them to me in the garret one night , as we were four- ing my Lord of York's armour . 1 . Tork . Bafe ...
... thought any fuch matter : God is my witnefs , I am falfely accufed by the villain . Pet . By these ten bones , my Lord , he did fpeak them to me in the garret one night , as we were four- ing my Lord of York's armour . 1 . Tork . Bafe ...
Strona 22
... thoughts above his faulcon's pitch . Glo . My Lord , ' tis but a bafe ignoble mind , That mounts no higher than a bird can foar . Car . I thought as much he'd be above the clouds . Glo , Ay , my Lord Card❜nal , how think you by that ...
... thoughts above his faulcon's pitch . Glo . My Lord , ' tis but a bafe ignoble mind , That mounts no higher than a bird can foar . Car . I thought as much he'd be above the clouds . Glo , Ay , my Lord Card❜nal , how think you by that ...
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againſt Anne art thou blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catef caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience coufin crown curfe death doft doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Grace gracious Haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highnefs himſelf honour houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry Lady live Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reafon reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtand Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe unto Warwick whofe wife
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Strona 182 - 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...
Strona 328 - 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.
Strona 119 - 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.
Strona 193 - 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.
Strona 330 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Strona 119 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; 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, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Strona 169 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.