The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusPhillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 pages |
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... worthy vengeance on thyself , That didst unworthy slaughter upon others . 1 Example . 2 This is from Holinshed . It was a tradition , very generally received , that the murdered body bleeds on the touch of the murderer . 3 Diffused ...
... worthy vengeance on thyself , That didst unworthy slaughter upon others . 1 Example . 2 This is from Holinshed . It was a tradition , very generally received , that the murdered body bleeds on the touch of the murderer . 3 Diffused ...
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... worthy husband's death , And lived by looking on his images : 1 But now two mirrors of his princely semblance Are cracked in pieces by malignant death ; And I for comfort have but one false glass , That grieves me when I see my shame in ...
... worthy husband's death , And lived by looking on his images : 1 But now two mirrors of his princely semblance Are cracked in pieces by malignant death ; And I for comfort have but one false glass , That grieves me when I see my shame in ...
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... worthy king ! All . Amen . Buck . To - morrow may it please you to be crowned ? Glo . Even when you please , since you will have it so . Buck . To - morrow then we will attend your grace ; And so , most joyfully , we take our leave ...
... worthy king ! All . Amen . Buck . To - morrow may it please you to be crowned ? Glo . Even when you please , since you will have it so . Buck . To - morrow then we will attend your grace ; And so , most joyfully , we take our leave ...
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... worthy Wolsey , Who cannot err , he did it . Now this follows , ( Which , as I take it , is a kind of puppy To the old dam , treason , ) - Charles the emperor . Under pretence to see the queen , his aunt , ( For ' twas , indeed , his ...
... worthy Wolsey , Who cannot err , he did it . Now this follows , ( Which , as I take it , is a kind of puppy To the old dam , treason , ) - Charles the emperor . Under pretence to see the queen , his aunt , ( For ' twas , indeed , his ...
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... worthy this place than myself ; to whom , If I but knew him , with my love and duty I would surrender it . Cham . I will , my lord . [ Cham . goes to the company , and returns . Wol . What say they ? Cham . Such a one , they all confess ...
... worthy this place than myself ; to whom , If I but knew him , with my love and duty I would surrender it . Cham . I will , my lord . [ Cham . goes to the company , and returns . Wol . What say they ? Cham . Such a one , they all confess ...
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Page 201 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Page 183 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Page 203 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Page 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 196 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Page 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 204 - ... 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Page 204 - 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...