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Sham ' d their aspects with store of childish drops : These eyes , which never
shed remorseful tear ,Not , when my father York and Edward wept , To hear the
piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac ' d Clifford shook his sword at
him ...
Sham ' d their aspects with store of childish drops : These eyes , which never
shed remorseful tear ,Not , when my father York and Edward wept , To hear the
piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - fac ' d Clifford shook his sword at
him ...
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Was never widow , had so dear a loss . · Child . Were never orphans , had so
dear a loss . Duch . Was never mother , had so dear a loss . Alas ! I am the
mother of these griefs ; Their woes are parcell ' d , mine are general . She for an
Edward ...
Was never widow , had so dear a loss . · Child . Were never orphans , had so
dear a loss . Duch . Was never mother , had so dear a loss . Alas ! I am the
mother of these griefs ; Their woes are parcell ' d , mine are general . She for an
Edward ...
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... For never yet one hour in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep , But with
his timorous dreams was still awak ' d . Besides , he hates me for my father
Warwick ; And will , no doubt , shortly be rid of me . Q . Eliz . Poor heart , adieu ; I
pity ...
... For never yet one hour in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep , But with
his timorous dreams was still awak ' d . Besides , he hates me for my father
Warwick ; And will , no doubt , shortly be rid of me . Q . Eliz . Poor heart , adieu ; I
pity ...
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Hear me a word ; For I shall never speak to thee again . K . Rich . So . Duch .
Either thou wilt die , by God ' s just ordin , ance , Ere from this war thou turn a
conqueror ; Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish , And never look upon thy
face ...
Hear me a word ; For I shall never speak to thee again . K . Rich . So . Duch .
Either thou wilt die , by God ' s just ordin , ance , Ere from this war thou turn a
conqueror ; Or I with grief and extreme age shall perish , And never look upon thy
face ...
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mighty. sovereign. ,. You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful ; I never
was , nor never will be false . K . Rich . Well , go , muster men . But , hear you ,
leave behind Your son , George Stanley : look your heart be KING RICHARD III .
mighty. sovereign. ,. You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful ; I never
was , nor never will be false . K . Rich . Well , go , muster men . But , hear you ,
leave behind Your son , George Stanley : look your heart be KING RICHARD III .
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Page 259 - 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.
Page 349 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 403 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 271 - An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Page 38 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 348 - Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Page 173 - 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 427 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 348 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states | Quite from their fixture!
Page 262 - 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...
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 9 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 3 Jan 2007 |
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