The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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Troi . And shall , albeit sweet musick issues thence . Pan . Pretty , i'faith . Cre . My
lord , I do beseech you , pardon me ; ' Twas not my purpose , thus to beg a kiss : I
am alham'd ; -O heavens ! what have I done ? For this time will I take my leave ...
Troi . And shall , albeit sweet musick issues thence . Pan . Pretty , i'faith . Cre . My
lord , I do beseech you , pardon me ; ' Twas not my purpose , thus to beg a kiss : I
am alham'd ; -O heavens ! what have I done ? For this time will I take my leave ...
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That diamond upon your finger , say , How came it yours ? Iech . Thou'lt torture
me to leave unspoken that Which , to be spoke , would torture thee . Cym . How !
me ? lach . I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that which Torments me to conceal
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That diamond upon your finger , say , How came it yours ? Iech . Thou'lt torture
me to leave unspoken that Which , to be spoke , would torture thee . Cym . How !
me ? lach . I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that which Torments me to conceal
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Yet one word more ; -Grief boundeth where it falls , Not with the empty
hollowness , but weight : I take my leave before I have begun ; For forrow ends
not , when it seemeth done . Commend me to my brother , Edmund York . Lo , '
this is all ...
Yet one word more ; -Grief boundeth where it falls , Not with the empty
hollowness , but weight : I take my leave before I have begun ; For forrow ends
not , when it seemeth done . Commend me to my brother , Edmund York . Lo , '
this is all ...
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Alas , I look'd , when some of you should say , I was too strict , to make mine own
away ; But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue , Against my will , to do myself
this wrong . K. Rich . Cousin , farewell : -and , uncle , bid him fo ; Six years we ...
Alas , I look'd , when some of you should say , I was too strict , to make mine own
away ; But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue , Against my will , to do myself
this wrong . K. Rich . Cousin , farewell : -and , uncle , bid him fo ; Six years we ...
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I pray you , fir , then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside ; and give me
leave to tell you , you lie in your throat , if you say I am any other than an honest
man . Fal . I give thee leave to tell me fo ! I lay aside that which grows to me !
I pray you , fir , then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside ; and give me
leave to tell you , you lie in your throat , if you say I am any other than an honest
man . Fal . I give thee leave to tell me fo ! I lay aside that which grows to me !
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Page 319 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 558 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Page 417 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Page 327 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 558 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 22 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.