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Buck . Are all things ready for that royal time ? Stan . They are ; and wants but
nomination . 2 Ely . To - morrow then I judge a happy day . Buck . Who knows the
lord protector ' s mind herein ? Who is most inward 3 * with the noble duke ? Ely .
Buck . Are all things ready for that royal time ? Stan . They are ; and wants but
nomination . 2 Ely . To - morrow then I judge a happy day . Buck . Who knows the
lord protector ' s mind herein ? Who is most inward 3 * with the noble duke ? Ely .
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Buck . Let me alone to entertain him . - Lord mayor , Glo . Look to the draw -
bridge there . Buck . Hark , hark ! a drum . ” Glo . Catesby , o ' erlook the walls .
Buck . Lord mayor , the reason we have sent for you , Glo . Look back , defend
thee ...
Buck . Let me alone to entertain him . - Lord mayor , Glo . Look to the draw -
bridge there . Buck . Hark , hark ! a drum . ” Glo . Catesby , o ' erlook the walls .
Buck . Lord mayor , the reason we have sent for you , Glo . Look back , defend
thee ...
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Buck . I fear , he will : Here Catesby comes again ;Re - enter CATESBY . Now
Catesby , what says his grace ? Cates . He wonders to what end you have
assembled Such troops of citizens to come to him , His grace not being warn ' d
thereof ...
Buck . I fear , he will : Here Catesby comes again ;Re - enter CATESBY . Now
Catesby , what says his grace ? Cates . He wonders to what end you have
assembled Such troops of citizens to come to him , His grace not being warn ' d
thereof ...
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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. , Young Edward lives ; - Think now what I would speak
. Buck . Say on , my loving lord . K . Rich . Why , Buckingham , I say , I would be
king Buck ...
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. , Young Edward lives ; - Think now what I would speak
. Buck . Say on , my loving lord . K . Rich . Why , Buckingham , I say , I would be
king Buck ...
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Buck . My lord , your promise for the earldom , K . Rich . Richmond ! When last I
was at Exeter , The mavor in courtesy show ' d me the castle , Ard caii ' d i Rouge
- mont : 8 at which name , I started ; Because a bard of Ireland told me once , I ...
Buck . My lord , your promise for the earldom , K . Rich . Richmond ! When last I
was at Exeter , The mavor in courtesy show ' d me the castle , Ard caii ' d i Rouge
- mont : 8 at which name , I started ; Because a bard of Ireland told me once , I ...
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Page 283 - 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: 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 honour...
Page 187 - I COME no more to make you laugh ; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow. Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Page 281 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 283 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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...
Page 173 - What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here?
Page 173 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 283 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord! The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Page 4 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable 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.
Page 283 - So excellent in art and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God Kath.
Page 283 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.