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Arch . Last night , I heard , they lay at Stony - Stratford ; And at Northampton they
do rest to - night : 4 of a secret instinct of nature misgive them ; as the sea without
wind swelleth of himself some time before a tempest . ” Tollet . It is evident in this
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Arch . Last night , I heard , they lay at Stony - Stratford ; And at Northampton they
do rest to - night : 4 of a secret instinct of nature misgive them ; as the sea without
wind swelleth of himself some time before a tempest . ” Tollet . It is evident in this
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He is attach ' d ; Call him to present trial : if he may Find mercy in the law , ' tis his ;
if none , Let him not seek ' t of us : By day and night , He ' s traitor to the height . [
Exeunt . is a dlaring Traitor que il avoit entend l ' mort de nostre Săr . le Roy .
He is attach ' d ; Call him to present trial : if he may Find mercy in the law , ' tis his ;
if none , Let him not seek ' t of us : By day and night , He ' s traitor to the height . [
Exeunt . is a dlaring Traitor que il avoit entend l ' mort de nostre Săr . le Roy .
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O , ' tis true : This night he makes a supper , and a great one , To many lords and
ladies ; there will be The beauty of this kingdom , I ' ll assure you . Lov . That
churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed , A hand as fruitful as the land that
feeds ...
O , ' tis true : This night he makes a supper , and a great one , To many lords and
ladies ; there will be The beauty of this kingdom , I ' ll assure you . Lov . That
churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed , A hand as fruitful as the land that
feeds ...
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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. To waste these times . - Good hour of night , sir
Thomas ! Whither so late ? Lov . Came you from the king , my lord ? Gar . I did ,
sir Thomas ; and ...
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. To waste these times . - Good hour of night , sir
Thomas ! Whither so late ? Lov . Came you from the king , my lord ? Gar . I did ,
sir Thomas ; and ...
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I wish your highness A quiet night , and my good mistress will Remember in my
prayers . K . Hen . Charles , good night . - [ Exit Sur . . Enter Sir Anthony DENNY .
? Well , sir , what follows ? 7 Enter Sir Anthony Denny . ] The substance of this ...
I wish your highness A quiet night , and my good mistress will Remember in my
prayers . K . Hen . Charles , good night . - [ Exit Sur . . Enter Sir Anthony DENNY .
? Well , sir , what follows ? 7 Enter Sir Anthony Denny . ] The substance of this ...
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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 197 - 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 283 - 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 183 - What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here?
Page 183 - 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 14 - 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.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 11 The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Isaac Reed |
| Publisher | C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1808 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 4 Oct 2007 |
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