The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 4 |
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For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter : What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is - to become her husband , and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love ...
For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter : What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is - to become her husband , and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love ...
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... 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 : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ...
... 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 : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ...
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I , that killd her husband , and his father , To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me ...
I , that killd her husband , and his father , To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me ...
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Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and foreswore himself , —Which Jesu pardon ! Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to ...
Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and foreswore himself , —Which Jesu pardon ! Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glo . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up : I would to ...
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The curse my noble father laid on thee ,When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes : And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty ...
The curse my noble father laid on thee ,When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes : And then , to dry them , gav'st the duke a clout , Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty ...
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Page 284 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 294 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 132 - 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 used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Page 235 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 32 - As we paced along • Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Page 335 - I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report...
Page 232 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Page 33 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.