The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... friend , I fear me , to the King . Confider , lords , he is the next of blood , And heir apparent to the English crown . Had Henry got an empire by his marriage , And all the wealthy kingdoms of the east , There's reafon he fhould be ...
... friend , I fear me , to the King . Confider , lords , he is the next of blood , And heir apparent to the English crown . Had Henry got an empire by his marriage , And all the wealthy kingdoms of the east , There's reafon he fhould be ...
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... friends , and give to courtezans , Still revelling , like lords , till all be gone : While as the filly owner of the goods Weeps over them , and wrings his hapless hands , B 5 And And shakes his head , and trembling ftands aloof , The ...
... friends , and give to courtezans , Still revelling , like lords , till all be gone : While as the filly owner of the goods Weeps over them , and wrings his hapless hands , B 5 And And shakes his head , and trembling ftands aloof , The ...
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... friends : It may be judg'd , I made the Duke away ; So fhall my name with flander's 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 ...
... friends : It may be judg'd , I made the Duke away ; So fhall my name with flander's 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 ...
الصفحة 57
... friend ; And ' tis well feen , he found an enemy . Q. Mar. Then you , belike , fufpect thefe Noblemen , As guilty of Duke Humphry's timeless death . War . Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh , And fees faft by a butcher with an ...
... friend ; And ' tis well feen , he found an enemy . Q. Mar. Then you , belike , fufpect thefe Noblemen , As guilty of Duke Humphry's timeless death . War . Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh , And fees faft by a butcher with an ...
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... friends condemn'd Embrace and kiss , and take ten thousand leaves , Loather a hundred times to part than die : Yet now farewel , and farewel life with thee ! Suf . Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banifhed , .. Once by the King and three ...
... friends condemn'd Embrace and kiss , and take ten thousand leaves , Loather a hundred times to part than die : Yet now farewel , and farewel life with thee ! Suf . Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banifhed , .. Once by the King and three ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs Cade Cardinal Catef Catesby caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience Crown curfe death doft doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall fhame fhould fight flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glofter Grace gracious haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour Houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt myſelf noble pleaſe pleaſure Poft pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
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الصفحة 136 - 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...
الصفحة 379 - 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.
الصفحة 376 - 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.
الصفحة 136 - 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.
الصفحة 376 - 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.
الصفحة 377 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
الصفحة 136 - 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...
الصفحة 136 - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? 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...
الصفحة 224 - 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.
الصفحة 199 - 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.