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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... tongue , look unto the main . War . Unto the main ? Oh father , Maine is loft ; That Maine , which by main force Warwick did win , And would have kept fo long as breath did laft : Man chance , father , you meant ; but I meant Maine ...
... tongue , look unto the main . War . Unto the main ? Oh father , Maine is loft ; That Maine , which by main force Warwick did win , And would have kept fo long as breath did laft : Man chance , father , you meant ; but I meant Maine ...
Strona 33
... tongue begins to double . Sound trumpets ; alarum to the combatants . M [ They fight , and Peter ftrikes him down . Arm : Hold , Peter , hold ; I confefs , I confefs treafon . York . [ Dies . and Take away his weapon : fellow , thank ...
... tongue begins to double . Sound trumpets ; alarum to the combatants . M [ They fight , and Peter ftrikes him down . Arm : Hold , Peter , hold ; I confefs , I confefs treafon . York . [ Dies . and Take away his weapon : fellow , thank ...
Strona 40
... tongue The envious load that lies upon his heart ; And dogged York that reaches at the moon , Whofe over - weening arm I have pluck'd back .. By falfe accule doth level at my life . And you , my Sovereign Lady , with the reft ...
... tongue The envious load that lies upon his heart ; And dogged York that reaches at the moon , Whofe over - weening arm I have pluck'd back .. By falfe accule doth level at my life . And you , my Sovereign Lady , with the reft ...
Strona 43
... tongue , Seeing the deed is meritorious , And to preferve my Sovereign from his foe , Say but the word , and I will be his priest . Car : But I would have him dead , my Lord of Suffolk , Ere you can take due orders for a priest ; Say ...
... tongue , Seeing the deed is meritorious , And to preferve my Sovereign from his foe , Say but the word , and I will be his priest . Car : But I would have him dead , my Lord of Suffolk , Ere you can take due orders for a priest ; Say ...
Strona 48
... tongue be wounded , And princes ' courts be fill'd with my reproach . This get I by his death : ah , me unhappy ! To be a Queen , and crown'd with infamy . K. Henry . Ah , woe is me for Glo'fter , wretched man ! 2. Mar. Be woe for me ...
... tongue be wounded , And princes ' courts be fill'd with my reproach . This get I by his death : ah , me unhappy ! To be a Queen , and crown'd with infamy . K. Henry . Ah , woe is me for Glo'fter , wretched man ! 2. Mar. Be woe for me ...
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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.