The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 5C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 - English drama |
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... Cham . S't poffible , the fpells of France fhould juggle Cham . Men into fuch ftrange mysteries ? Sands . New customs , Though they be never fo ridiculous , Nay , let ' em be unmanly , yet are follow'd . Cham . As far as I fee , all the ...
... Cham . S't poffible , the fpells of France fhould juggle Cham . Men into fuch ftrange mysteries ? Sands . New customs , Though they be never fo ridiculous , Nay , let ' em be unmanly , yet are follow'd . Cham . As far as I fee , all the ...
Page 323
... Cham . What is't for ? Lov . The reformation of our travell'd gallants , That fill the court with quarrels , talk , and tailors . Cham . I'm glad , ' tis there ; now I would pray our Monfieurs To think an English courtier may be wife ...
... Cham . What is't for ? Lov . The reformation of our travell'd gallants , That fill the court with quarrels , talk , and tailors . Cham . I'm glad , ' tis there ; now I would pray our Monfieurs To think an English courtier may be wife ...
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... Cham . Well faid , Lord Sands ; Your colt's tooth is not caft yet ? Sands . No , my Lord , Nor fhall not , while I have a ftump . Cham . Sir Thomas , Whither are you going ? Love . To the cardinal's ; Your Lordship is a guest too . Cham ...
... Cham . Well faid , Lord Sands ; Your colt's tooth is not caft yet ? Sands . No , my Lord , Nor fhall not , while I have a ftump . Cham . Sir Thomas , Whither are you going ? Love . To the cardinal's ; Your Lordship is a guest too . Cham ...
Page 325
... Cham . You're young , Sir Harry Guilford . Sands . Sir Thomas Lovell , had the Cardinal But half my lay - thoughts ... Cham Cham . Sweet ladies , will it please you fit King HENRY VIII . 325.
... Cham . You're young , Sir Harry Guilford . Sands . Sir Thomas Lovell , had the Cardinal But half my lay - thoughts ... Cham Cham . Sweet ladies , will it please you fit King HENRY VIII . 325.
Page 326
... Cham . Sweet ladies , will it please you fit ? Sir Harry , Place you that fide , I'll take the charge of this : His Grace is entring ; nay , you must not freeze ; Two women , plac'd together , make cold weather : My Lord Sands , you are ...
... Cham . Sweet ladies , will it please you fit ? Sir Harry , Place you that fide , I'll take the charge of this : His Grace is entring ; nay , you must not freeze ; Two women , plac'd together , make cold weather : My Lord Sands , you are ...
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Page 217 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
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Page 368 - Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy, too much honour : O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Page 133 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
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