The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volume 8 |
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Page 247
... Clif . What say ye , countrymen ? will ye relent , • And yield to mercy , whilst ' tis offer'd you ; ' Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? 6 ' Who loves the king , and will embrace his pardon , Fling up his cap , and say - God ...
... Clif . What say ye , countrymen ? will ye relent , • And yield to mercy , whilst ' tis offer'd you ; ' Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? 6 ' Who loves the king , and will embrace his pardon , Fling up his cap , and say - God ...
Page 248
... Clif . Is Cade the son of Henry the fifth , one ; " That thus you do exclaim - you'll go with him ? Will he conduct you through the heart of France , And make the meanest of you earls and dukes ? Alas , he hath no home , no place to fly ...
... Clif . Is Cade the son of Henry the fifth , one ; " That thus you do exclaim - you'll go with him ? Will he conduct you through the heart of France , And make the meanest of you earls and dukes ? Alas , he hath no home , no place to fly ...
Page 250
... Clif . He's filed , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; ' And humbly thus , with halters on their necks , ' Expect your highness ' doom , of life or death . · K. Hen . Then , Heaven , set ope thy everlasting gates , • To entertain ...
... Clif . He's filed , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; ' And humbly thus , with halters on their necks , ' Expect your highness ' doom , of life or death . · K. Hen . Then , Heaven , set ope thy everlasting gates , • To entertain ...
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... Clif . Health and all happiness to my lord the king ! [ kneels . York . I thank thee , Clifford . Say , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright us with an angry look . • We are thy sovereign , Clifford ; kneel again : For thy ...
... Clif . Health and all happiness to my lord the king ! [ kneels . York . I thank thee , Clifford . Say , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright us with an angry look . • We are thy sovereign , Clifford ; kneel again : For thy ...
Page 262
... Clif . He is a traitor : let him to the Tower , And chop away that factious pate of his . Q. Mar. He is arrested , but will not obey : ' His sons , he says , shall give their words for him . · York . Will you not , sons ? Ed . Ay ...
... Clif . He is a traitor : let him to the Tower , And chop away that factious pate of his . Q. Mar. He is arrested , but will not obey : ' His sons , he says , shall give their words for him . · York . Will you not , sons ? Ed . Ay ...
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Page 242 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school; and whereas before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and contrary to the King his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Page 411 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 327 - Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy 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...
Page 20 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.