The works of William Shakespeare, the text revised by A. Dyce, Part 130, Volume 5 |
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... Rich . So , lie thou there ;-( 211 ) For underneath an alehouse ' paltry sign , The Castle in Saint Alban's , Somerset Hath made the wizard famous in his death.- Sword , hold thy temper ; heart , be wrathful still : Priests pray for ...
... Rich . So , lie thou there ;-( 211 ) For underneath an alehouse ' paltry sign , The Castle in Saint Alban's , Somerset Hath made the wizard famous in his death.- Sword , hold thy temper ; heart , be wrathful still : Priests pray for ...
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... Rich . My noble father , Three times to - day I holp him to his horse , Three times bestrid him , thrice I led him off , Persuaded him from any further act : But still , where danger was , still there I met him ; And like rich hangings ...
... Rich . My noble father , Three times to - day I holp him to his horse , Three times bestrid him , thrice I led him off , Persuaded him from any further act : But still , where danger was , still there I met him ; And like rich hangings ...
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... Rich . Speak thou for me , and tell them what I did . [ Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head . York . Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.- But , ( 4 ) is your grace dead , my Lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hap have all the ...
... Rich . Speak thou for me , and tell them what I did . [ Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head . York . Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.- But , ( 4 ) is your grace dead , my Lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hap have all the ...
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... Rich . Arm'd as we are , let's stay within this house . War . The bloody parliament shall this be call'd , Unless Plantagenet , duke of York , be king , And bashful Henry depos'd , whose cowardice Hath made us by - words to our enemies ...
... Rich . Arm'd as we are , let's stay within this house . War . The bloody parliament shall this be call'd , Unless Plantagenet , duke of York , be king , And bashful Henry depos'd , whose cowardice Hath made us by - words to our enemies ...
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... Rich . You're old enough now , and yet , methinks , you lose.- Tear the crown , father , ( 14 ) from th ' usurper's head . Edo . Sweet father , do so ; set it on your head . Mont . [ to York ] Good brother , ( 15 ) as thou lov'st and ...
... Rich . You're old enough now , and yet , methinks , you lose.- Tear the crown , father , ( 14 ) from th ' usurper's head . Edo . Sweet father , do so ; set it on your head . Mont . [ to York ] Good brother , ( 15 ) as thou lov'st and ...
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Page 541 - 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 541 - 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.
Page 351 - Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Page 448 - For hateful deeds committed by myself ! 1 am a villain : yet, I lie, I am not. Fool ! of thyself speak well ; fool ! do not flatter ! 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 highest degree, Murder, stern murder in the direst degree, All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Page 373 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 543 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee ; Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Page 448 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Page 525 - em, if thou canst : leave working. SONG. 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 266 - 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...
Page 265 - Would I were dead ! if God's good will were so } For what is in this world but grief and woe? 0 God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run ; — How many make the hour full complete ; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year ; How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times, — So...