The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Tom 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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Strona 1538
... Lady Gray . Sir John Montgomery . Lieutenant of the Tower . Mayor of Coventry . Mayor and Aldermen of York . Humphry and Sinklo , two Huntsmen . ' Lewis , King of France . Bourbon , Admiral of France . Queen Margaret . Bona , Sifter to ...
... Lady Gray . Sir John Montgomery . Lieutenant of the Tower . Mayor of Coventry . Mayor and Aldermen of York . Humphry and Sinklo , two Huntsmen . ' Lewis , King of France . Bourbon , Admiral of France . Queen Margaret . Bona , Sifter to ...
Strona 1572
... Lady Bona for thy Queen . So fhalt thou finew both thefe Lands together , ' And having France thy Friend , thou shalt not dread The scatter'd Foe , that hopes to rife again : For though they cannot greatly fting to hurt , Yet look to ...
... Lady Bona for thy Queen . So fhalt thou finew both thefe Lands together , ' And having France thy Friend , thou shalt not dread The scatter'd Foe , that hopes to rife again : For though they cannot greatly fting to hurt , Yet look to ...
Strona 1575
... Lady Gray . K. Edw . Brother of Glo'fter , at St. Alban's Field This Lady's Husband , Sir Richard Gray , was flain , His Land then feiz'd on by the Conqueror : Her fuit is now , to repoffefs thofe Lands , Which we in Juftice cannot well ...
... Lady Gray . K. Edw . Brother of Glo'fter , at St. Alban's Field This Lady's Husband , Sir Richard Gray , was flain , His Land then feiz'd on by the Conqueror : Her fuit is now , to repoffefs thofe Lands , Which we in Juftice cannot well ...
Strona 1579
... Lady's lap , And deck my Body in gay Ornaments , And ' witch fweet Ladies with my Words and Looks . Oh miferable thought ! and more unlikely , Than to accomplish twenty Golden Crowns . Why , Love forfwore me in my Mother's Womb : And ...
... Lady's lap , And deck my Body in gay Ornaments , And ' witch fweet Ladies with my Words and Looks . Oh miferable thought ! and more unlikely , Than to accomplish twenty Golden Crowns . Why , Love forfwore me in my Mother's Womb : And ...
Strona 1582
... Lady Bona , thy fair Sifter , To England's King in lawful Marriage . Queen . If that go forward , Henry's hope is done . War . And gracious Madam , In our King's behalf , [ Speaking to Bot a . I am commanded , with your leave and favour ...
... Lady Bona , thy fair Sifter , To England's King in lawful Marriage . Queen . If that go forward , Henry's hope is done . War . And gracious Madam , In our King's behalf , [ Speaking to Bot a . I am commanded , with your leave and favour ...
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Strona 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!
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 1839 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Strona 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.
Strona 1782 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Strona 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.