The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Tom 5C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Strona 56
... curfe , I do believe , that violent hands were laid Upon the life of this thrice famed Duke . Suf . A dreadful oath , fworn with a folemn tongue ! What inftance gives Lord Warwick for his vow ? War . See , how the blood is fettled in ...
... curfe , I do believe , that violent hands were laid Upon the life of this thrice famed Duke . Suf . A dreadful oath , fworn with a folemn tongue ! What inftance gives Lord Warwick for his vow ? War . See , how the blood is fettled in ...
Strona 60
... curfe thine enemy ? Suf . A plague upon them ! wherefore fhould I curfe them ? Would curfes kill , as doth the mandrake's groan , I would invent as bitter fearching terms , As curft , as harsh , and horrible to hear , Deliver'd strongly ...
... curfe thine enemy ? Suf . A plague upon them ! wherefore fhould I curfe them ? Would curfes kill , as doth the mandrake's groan , I would invent as bitter fearching terms , As curft , as harsh , and horrible to hear , Deliver'd strongly ...
Strona 61
... curfe away a winter's night , Though standing naked on a mountain top , Where biting cold would never let grafs grow , And think it but a minute spent in fport . Q. Mar. Oh , let me intreat thee cease ; give me thy hand , That I may dew ...
... curfe away a winter's night , Though standing naked on a mountain top , Where biting cold would never let grafs grow , And think it but a minute spent in fport . Q. Mar. Oh , let me intreat thee cease ; give me thy hand , That I may dew ...
Strona 79
... curfe of God , Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heav'n , Unless you be poffeft with dev'lish spirits , Ye cannot but forbear to murder me : This tongue hath parlied unto foreign Kings For your behoof . Cade . Tut , when struck'st ...
... curfe of God , Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heav'n , Unless you be poffeft with dev'lish spirits , Ye cannot but forbear to murder me : This tongue hath parlied unto foreign Kings For your behoof . Cade . Tut , when struck'st ...
Strona 82
... curfe light upon you all ! All . We'll follow Cade , we'll follow Cade . Clif . Is Cade the fon of Henry the fifth , That thus you do exclaim , you'll go with him ? Will he conduct you through the heart of France , And make the meaneft ...
... curfe light upon you all ! All . We'll follow Cade , we'll follow Cade . Clif . Is Cade the fon of Henry the fifth , That thus you do exclaim , you'll go with him ? Will he conduct you through the heart of France , And make the meaneft ...
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againſt Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Earl of Richmond 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 ftay ftill fubject fuch fure fweet fword Glo'fter Grace haft hath heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe Humphry huſband Jack Cade King Henry Lady laft live 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 changes ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
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Strona 359 - 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 329 - 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 144 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Strona 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.
Strona 129 - 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 359 - 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 362 - 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...
Strona 359 - 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.
Strona 361 - 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.