The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... fuch a Meffenger , As fhall revenge his Death , before I ftir . War . Poor Clifford ! how I fcorn his worthless Threats . York , Will you , we fhew our Title to the Crown ? If not , our Swords fhall plead it in the Field . K. Henry ...
... fuch a Meffenger , As fhall revenge his Death , before I ftir . War . Poor Clifford ! how I fcorn his worthless Threats . York , Will you , we fhew our Title to the Crown ? If not , our Swords fhall plead it in the Field . K. Henry ...
Page 1545
... fuch extreams ? Ah wretched Man ! would I had dy'd a Maid , And never seen thee , never born thee Son , Seeing thou haft prov'd fo unnatural a Father . Hath he deferv'd to lofe his Birth - right thus ? Hadft thou but lov'd him half fo ...
... fuch extreams ? Ah wretched Man ! would I had dy'd a Maid , And never seen thee , never born thee Son , Seeing thou haft prov'd fo unnatural a Father . Hath he deferv'd to lofe his Birth - right thus ? Hadft thou but lov'd him half fo ...
Page 1547
... King not privy to my drift , Nor any of the House of Lancaster . Enter Gabriel . But ftay , what News ? why com'ft thou in fuch poft ? Gab . The Queen , With all the Northern Earls and Lords , Intend here With King Henry VI . 1547 1 ...
... King not privy to my drift , Nor any of the House of Lancaster . Enter Gabriel . But ftay , what News ? why com'ft thou in fuch poft ? Gab . The Queen , With all the Northern Earls and Lords , Intend here With King Henry VI . 1547 1 ...
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... quenchlefs fury to more rage : I am your Butt , and I abide your fhot . North . Yield to our mercy , proud Plantagenet . • ᅥ Clif . Ay , to fuch mercy as his ruthless Clif . 1550 The Third Part of Then let me die, for now thou haft no ...
... quenchlefs fury to more rage : I am your Butt , and I abide your fhot . North . Yield to our mercy , proud Plantagenet . • ᅥ Clif . Ay , to fuch mercy as his ruthless Clif . 1550 The Third Part of Then let me die, for now thou haft no ...
Page 1554
... fuch comfort come to thee , As now I reap at thy too cruel Hand . Hard - hearted Clifford , take me from the World , My Soul to Heav'n , my Blood upon your Heads . North . Had he been Slaughter - man to all my Kin , I should not for my ...
... fuch comfort come to thee , As now I reap at thy too cruel Hand . Hard - hearted Clifford , take me from the World , My Soul to Heav'n , my Blood upon your Heads . North . Had he been Slaughter - man to all my Kin , I should not for my ...
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Page 1628 - 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!
Page 1775 - 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...
Page 1822 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ! O ! when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Page 1782 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Page 1775 - 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.
Page 1781 - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Page 1565 - 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...
Page 1996 - Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Page 1747 - 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.
Page 1618 - And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...