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Page 549
-Pity , you ancient stones , those tender babes , K. Rich . Come hither , Catesby :
rumour it abroad , Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls ! That Anne , my
wife , is very grievous sick ; Rough cradle for such little pretty ones ! I will take
order ...
-Pity , you ancient stones , those tender babes , K. Rich . Come hither , Catesby :
rumour it abroad , Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls ! That Anne , my
wife , is very grievous sick ; Rough cradle for such little pretty ones ! I will take
order ...
Page 552
No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt , K. Rich . And came I not at last
to confort you ? Till it was whetted on thy stone - hard heart , Duch . No , by the
holy rood , thou know'st it well , To revel in the entrails of my lambs . Thou camist
...
No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt , K. Rich . And came I not at last
to confort you ? Till it was whetted on thy stone - hard heart , Duch . No , by the
holy rood , thou know'st it well , To revel in the entrails of my lambs . Thou camist
...
Page 553
K. Rich . Say , I will love her everlastingis . Q. Eliz . There is no other way ; Q. Eliz
. But how long shall that title , ever , last ? Unless thou could'st put on some other
shape , K. Rich . Sweetly in force unto her fair life's ende And not be Richard ...
K. Rich . Say , I will love her everlastingis . Q. Eliz . There is no other way ; Q. Eliz
. But how long shall that title , ever , last ? Unless thou could'st put on some other
shape , K. Rich . Sweetly in force unto her fair life's ende And not be Richard ...
Page 554
Richmond is on the sens Herself , the land , and many a christian soul , K. Rich .
There let him sink , and be the seas on him ! Death , desolation , ruin , and decay
: White - liver'd runagate , what doth he there ? It cannot be avoided , but by this ...
Richmond is on the sens Herself , the land , and many a christian soul , K. Rich .
There let him sink , and be the seas on him ! Death , desolation , ruin , and decay
: White - liver'd runagate , what doth he there ? It cannot be avoided , but by this ...
Page 557
K. Rich . Give me another horse , -bind up my Harry , that prophesied thou should
'st be king , wounds - Doth comfort thee in ... To K. Rich . What do I fear ? myself ?
there's none else by : I , that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine , Richard ...
K. Rich . Give me another horse , -bind up my Harry , that prophesied thou should
'st be king , wounds - Doth comfort thee in ... To K. Rich . What do I fear ? myself ?
there's none else by : I , that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine , Richard ...
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Page 224 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Page 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Page 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Page 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Page 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Page 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 1 |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Edition | 6 |
| Publisher | Charles Willliams, 1813 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 913 pages |
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