The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, المجلد 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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الصفحة 1544
... deed . Clif . In dreadful War , may'ft thou be overcome , Or live in Peace abandon'd and defpis'd . [ Exeunt Nor . Cliff . Weftm . War . Turn this way , Henry , and regard them not . Exe . They feek revenge , and therefore will not ...
... deed . Clif . In dreadful War , may'ft thou be overcome , Or live in Peace abandon'd and defpis'd . [ Exeunt Nor . Cliff . Weftm . War . Turn this way , Henry , and regard them not . Exe . They feek revenge , and therefore will not ...
الصفحة 1553
... Deeds , I would affay , proud Queen , to make thee blush . To tell thee whence thou cam'ft , of whom deriv'd , Were fhame enough to fhame thee Wert thou not shameless : Thy Father bears the Type of King of Naples , Of both the Sicils ...
... Deeds , I would affay , proud Queen , to make thee blush . To tell thee whence thou cam'ft , of whom deriv'd , Were fhame enough to fhame thee Wert thou not shameless : Thy Father bears the Type of King of Naples , Of both the Sicils ...
الصفحة 1554
... Deed . There take the Crown , and , with the Crown , my Curfe . And in thy need , 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 ...
... Deed . There take the Crown , and , with the Crown , my Curfe . And in thy need , 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 ...
الصفحة 1559
... Steel , As thou haft fhewn it flinty by thy Deeds , I come to pierce it , or to give thee mine . Edw . Then ftrike up Drums , God and St. George for us . CA Enter Enter a Messenger . War . How now ? What King Henry IV . 1559.
... Steel , As thou haft fhewn it flinty by thy Deeds , I come to pierce it , or to give thee mine . Edw . Then ftrike up Drums , God and St. George for us . CA Enter Enter a Messenger . War . How now ? What King Henry IV . 1559.
الصفحة 1563
... Deed . K. Henry . Have done with Words , my Lords , and hear me speak . Queen . Defie them then , or else hold close thy Lips . K. Henry . I prithee give no Limits to my Tongue , I am a King , and privileg'd to fpeak . Clif . My Liege ...
... Deed . K. Henry . Have done with Words , my Lords , and hear me speak . Queen . Defie them then , or else hold close thy Lips . K. Henry . I prithee give no Limits to my Tongue , I am a King , and privileg'd to fpeak . Clif . My Liege ...
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الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 1839 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.