The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Page 49
... dead . Q. Mar. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus ? Although the Duke was enemy to him , Yet he moft christian - like laments his death . As for my felf , foe as he was to me , Might liquid tears , or heart - offending groans , Or ...
... dead . Q. Mar. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus ? Although the Duke was enemy to him , Yet he moft christian - like laments his death . As for my felf , foe as he was to me , Might liquid tears , or heart - offending groans , Or ...
Page 51
... dead , good Warwick , ' tis too true But how he died , God knows , not Henry : Enter his chamber , view his breathless corps , And comment then upon his fudden death . War . That I fhall do , my Liege : ftay , Salisbury , With the rude ...
... dead , good Warwick , ' tis too true But how he died , God knows , not Henry : Enter his chamber , view his breathless corps , And comment then upon his fudden death . War . That I fhall do , my Liege : ftay , Salisbury , With the rude ...
Page 52
... dead and bleeding fresh , And fees faft by a butcher with an ax , But will fufpect ' twas he that made the flaughter ? Who finds the partridge in the puttock's neft , But may imagine how the bird was dead , Although the kite foar with ...
... dead and bleeding fresh , And fees faft by a butcher with an ax , But will fufpect ' twas he that made the flaughter ? Who finds the partridge in the puttock's neft , But may imagine how the bird was dead , Although the kite foar with ...
Page 57
... dead . Suf . If I depart from thee , I cannot live , And in thy fight to die , what were it else But like a pleasant flumber in thy lap ? Here could I breathe my foul into the air , As mild and gentle as the cradle - babe Dying with ...
... dead . Suf . If I depart from thee , I cannot live , And in thy fight to die , what were it else But like a pleasant flumber in thy lap ? Here could I breathe my foul into the air , As mild and gentle as the cradle - babe Dying with ...
Page 59
... dead mens graves ; and from their mifty jaws Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air . Therefore bring forth the foldiers of our prize : For whilft our pinnace anchors in the Downs , Here , fhall they make their ranfom on the fand ...
... dead mens graves ; and from their mifty jaws Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air . Therefore bring forth the foldiers of our prize : For whilft our pinnace anchors in the Downs , Here , fhall they make their ranfom on the fand ...
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Page 135 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 359 - His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations ; he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him ; our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven.
Page 304 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 176 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Page 122 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Page 170 - 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! I am myself alone.
Page 122 - O 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...
Page 331 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 330 - 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 332 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes...