The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... most of all , Cannot do more in England than the Nevills ; Salifb'ry and Warwick are no fimple Peers . 6. Mar. Not all these Lords do vex me half so much , As that proud dame , the Lord Protector's wife : She fweeps it through the Court ...
... most of all , Cannot do more in England than the Nevills ; Salifb'ry and Warwick are no fimple Peers . 6. Mar. Not all these Lords do vex me half so much , As that proud dame , the Lord Protector's wife : She fweeps it through the Court ...
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... most out of order . Come , march forward . [ Ex . Cade and bis Party . [ Alarum to fight , wherein both the Staffords are flain . Enter Cade and the reft . Cade . Where's Dick , the butcher of Ashford ? Dick . Here , Sir . Cade . They ...
... most out of order . Come , march forward . [ Ex . Cade and bis Party . [ Alarum to fight , wherein both the Staffords are flain . Enter Cade and the reft . Cade . Where's Dick , the butcher of Ashford ? Dick . Here , Sir . Cade . They ...
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... most complete champion that ever I heard . Steel , if thou turn thine edge , or cut not cut the burly - bon'd clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy fheath , I befeech Jove on my knees thou may'st be turned into hobnails . Here ...
... most complete champion that ever I heard . Steel , if thou turn thine edge , or cut not cut the burly - bon'd clown in chines of beef ere thou sleep in thy fheath , I befeech Jove on my knees thou may'st be turned into hobnails . Here ...
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... most renowned Duke , And in my confcience do reputé his Grace The rightful heir to England's royal feat . K. Henry . Haft thou not fworn allegiance unto me ? Sal . I have . K.Henry.Canft thou dispense with heav'n for fuch an oath ? Sal ...
... most renowned Duke , And in my confcience do reputé his Grace The rightful heir to England's royal feat . K. Henry . Haft thou not fworn allegiance unto me ? Sal . I have . K.Henry.Canft thou dispense with heav'n for fuch an oath ? Sal ...
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... most humbly I do take my leave . [ Exit Montague . Enter Sir John Mortimer and Sir Hugh Mortimer . York . Sir John and Sir Hugb Mortimer , mine uncles , You are come to Sandal in a happy hour . The army of the Queen means to befiege us ...
... most humbly I do take my leave . [ Exit Montague . Enter Sir John Mortimer and Sir Hugh Mortimer . York . Sir John and Sir Hugb Mortimer , mine uncles , You are come to Sandal in a happy hour . The army of the Queen means to befiege us ...
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Сторінка 135 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Сторінка 359 - His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations ; he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him ; our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven.
Сторінка 304 - 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.
Сторінка 176 - 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.
Сторінка 122 - 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 ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Сторінка 170 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Сторінка 122 - 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...
Сторінка 331 - 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.
Сторінка 330 - 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.
Сторінка 332 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes...