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Lo , whilst I waited on my tender lambs , To shine on my contemptible estate : Now for the honour of the forlorn French : -- And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks , Him I forgive my death , that killeth me , God's mother ...
Lo , whilst I waited on my tender lambs , To shine on my contemptible estate : Now for the honour of the forlorn French : -- And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks , Him I forgive my death , that killeth me , God's mother ...
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sure : Here's Beaufort , that regards nor God nor king , Or by what means gott'st thou to be releas'd ? Hath here distrain'd the Tower ... With scoffs , and scorns , and contumelious day against God's peace and the king's , we charge .
sure : Here's Beaufort , that regards nor God nor king , Or by what means gott'st thou to be releas'd ? Hath here distrain'd the Tower ... With scoffs , and scorns , and contumelious day against God's peace and the king's , we charge .
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Bear her this jewel , [ To the Amb . ) pledge of my For God's sake , let him have ' em : to keep them affection , here , And so , my lord protector , see them guarded , They would but stink , and putrefy the air .
Bear her this jewel , [ To the Amb . ) pledge of my For God's sake , let him have ' em : to keep them affection , here , And so , my lord protector , see them guarded , They would but stink , and putrefy the air .
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Because here is a man accus'd of treason : * venient , master Hume , that you be by her aloft , Pray God , the duke of York excuse himself ! * while we be busy below ; and so ... in God's name , and leave us . ' [ Erit Hume ) * K. Hen .
Because here is a man accus'd of treason : * venient , master Hume , that you be by her aloft , Pray God , the duke of York excuse himself ! * while we be busy below ; and so ... in God's name , and leave us . ' [ Erit Hume ) * K. Hen .
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Now , God be prais'd ! that to believing Glo . What's thiné own name ? souls Simp . ... God's goodness hath been Re - enter Attendant , with the Beadle . ... God knows , of pure devotion ; being call'a your doublet quickly .
Now , God be prais'd ! that to believing Glo . What's thiné own name ? souls Simp . ... God's goodness hath been Re - enter Attendant , with the Beadle . ... God knows , of pure devotion ; being call'a your doublet quickly .
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Page 161 - 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 174 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...
Page 209 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Page 9 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 161 - 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 ! O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Page 69 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 7 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar...
Page 9 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 10 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Page 143 - 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 for ever hide me.
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| Title | The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Volume 2 The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | George Dearborn, 1836 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 30 Dec 2006 |
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