The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4. köideJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... 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 much as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourisht him , as I did with my Blood ; Thou ...
... 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 much as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourisht him , as I did with my Blood ; Thou ...
Page 1554
... See , ruthless Queen , a hapless Father's Tears : This Cloth thou dip'dft in Blood of my fweet Boy , And I with Tears do wash the Blood away . Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou tell'ft the heavy Story right ...
... See , ruthless Queen , a hapless Father's Tears : This Cloth thou dip'dft in Blood of my fweet Boy , And I with Tears do wash the Blood away . Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou tell'ft the heavy Story right ...
Page 1555
... See how the Morning opes her Golden Gates , And takes her farewel of the glorious Sun , How well resembles it the prime of Youth , Trim'd like a Yonker , prancing to his Love ? Edw . Dazle mine Eyes ? or do I fee three Suns ? Rich ...
... See how the Morning opes her Golden Gates , And takes her farewel of the glorious Sun , How well resembles it the prime of Youth , Trim'd like a Yonker , prancing to his Love ? Edw . Dazle mine Eyes ? or do I fee three Suns ? Rich ...
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... see , fee , what showers arife , Blown with the windy Tempeft of my Heart , Upon thy wounds , that kills mine Eye and Heart . O pity , God , this miferable Age ! What ftratagems ? how fell ? how butcherly ? Erroneous , mutinous , and ...
... see , fee , what showers arife , Blown with the windy Tempeft of my Heart , Upon thy wounds , that kills mine Eye and Heart . O pity , God , this miferable Age ! What ftratagems ? how fell ? how butcherly ? Erroneous , mutinous , and ...
Page 1571
... See who it is . Edw . And now the Battel's ended , If Friend or Foe , let him be gently used . Rich . Revoke that doom of Mercy , for ' tis Clifford , Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch In hewing Rutland , when his leaves put ...
... See who it is . Edw . And now the Battel's ended , If Friend or Foe , let him be gently used . Rich . Revoke that doom of Mercy , for ' tis Clifford , Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch In hewing Rutland , when his leaves put ...
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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...