The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ... |
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How now , bully - rook ? thou'rt a gentleman : cavalero justice , I say . Enter
SHALLOW . Shal . I follow , mine host , I follow . — Good even , and twenty , good
Master Page ! Master Page , will you go with us ? we have sport in hand . Host .
How now , bully - rook ? thou'rt a gentleman : cavalero justice , I say . Enter
SHALLOW . Shal . I follow , mine host , I follow . — Good even , and twenty , good
Master Page ! Master Page , will you go with us ? we have sport in hand . Host .
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To the sharpest kind of justice . Please you , sir , The king , your father , was
reputed for A prince most prudent , of an excellent And unmatch'd wit and
judgment : Ferdinand , My father , King of Spain , was reckon'd one * The wisest
prince , that ...
To the sharpest kind of justice . Please you , sir , The king , your father , was
reputed for A prince most prudent , of an excellent And unmatch'd wit and
judgment : Ferdinand , My father , King of Spain , was reckon'd one * The wisest
prince , that ...
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It rested in your grace To unloose this tied up justice , when you pleas'd : And it in
you more dreadful would have seem'd , Than in Lord Angelo . Duke . I do fear ,
too dreadful : Sith ' twas my fault , to give the people scope , Twould be my ...
It rested in your grace To unloose this tied up justice , when you pleas'd : And it in
you more dreadful would have seem'd , Than in Lord Angelo . Duke . I do fear ,
too dreadful : Sith ' twas my fault , to give the people scope , Twould be my ...
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He professes to have received no sinister measure from his judge , but most
willingly humbles himself to the determination of justice : yet had he framed to
himself , by the instruction of his frailty , many deceiving promises of life ; which I ,
by my ...
He professes to have received no sinister measure from his judge , but most
willingly humbles himself to the determination of justice : yet had he framed to
himself , by the instruction of his frailty , many deceiving promises of life ; which I ,
by my ...
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Justice , O royal Duke ! -Vail your regard Upon a wrong'd , I'd fain have said , a
maid ! O , worthy prince , dishonour not your eye By throwing it on any other
object , Till you have heard me in my true complaint , And given me justice ,
justice ...
Justice , O royal Duke ! -Vail your regard Upon a wrong'd , I'd fain have said , a
maid ! O , worthy prince , dishonour not your eye By throwing it on any other
object , Till you have heard me in my true complaint , And given me justice ,
justice ...
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Page 53 - 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...
Page 37 - twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 55 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Page 53 - 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; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 39 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 26 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown; Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you: Let me be your servant; Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but...
Page 48 - 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 52 - 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 31 - I'll begin it, - Ding, dong, bell, Ding, dong, bell. From As You Like It Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Page 40 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp, As friend remembered not.