The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... night , waking , and in my dreams , In courtly company , or at my beads , With you mine alder - liefeft Sovereign ; Makes me the bolder to falute my King With ruder terms ; fuch as my wit affords , And over - joy of heart doth minifter ...
... night , waking , and in my dreams , In courtly company , or at my beads , With you mine alder - liefeft Sovereign ; Makes me the bolder to falute my King With ruder terms ; fuch as my wit affords , And over - joy of heart doth minifter ...
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... night do make me fad . Elean . What dream'd my lord ? tell me , and I'll requite it With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream . Glo . Methought , this Staff , mine office - badge in Court , Was broke in twain ; by whom I have forgot ...
... night do make me fad . Elean . What dream'd my lord ? tell me , and I'll requite it With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream . Glo . Methought , this Staff , mine office - badge in Court , Was broke in twain ; by whom I have forgot ...
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... night , as we were fcow'ring my lord of York's armour . York . Bafe dunghill villain , and mechanical , I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's fpeech : I do befeech your royal Majefty , Let him have all the rigor of the Law . Arm ...
... night , as we were fcow'ring my lord of York's armour . York . Bafe dunghill villain , and mechanical , I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's fpeech : I do befeech your royal Majefty , Let him have all the rigor of the Law . Arm ...
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... night , dark night , the filent of the night , The time of night when Troy was set on fire , The time , when fcreech - owls cry , and ban dogs howl ; When fpirits walk , and ghofts break up their graves ; That time beft fits the work we ...
... night , dark night , the filent of the night , The time of night when Troy was set on fire , The time , when fcreech - owls cry , and ban dogs howl ; When fpirits walk , and ghofts break up their graves ; That time beft fits the work we ...
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... good lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To fup with me to - morrow night . Away ! [ Exeunt . ACT ACT II . SCENE I. At St. ALBANS . Enter The Second Part of King HENRY VI . 23.
... good lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To fup with me to - morrow night . Away ! [ Exeunt . ACT ACT II . SCENE I. At St. ALBANS . Enter The Second Part of King HENRY VI . 23.
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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.