The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... doth tremble to unfold : A fort of naughty perfons , lewdly bent , Under the countenance and confederacy Of Lady Eleanor , the Protector's wife , ( The ring - leader and head of all this rout ) Have practis'd dangerously against your ...
... doth tremble to unfold : A fort of naughty perfons , lewdly bent , Under the countenance and confederacy Of Lady Eleanor , the Protector's wife , ( The ring - leader and head of all this rout ) Have practis'd dangerously against your ...
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... doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt , The fourth fon ; York here claims it from the third . " Till Lionel's iffue fail , his fhould not reign ; It fails not yet , but flourisheth in thee And in thy fons , fair flips of fuch a ftock ...
... doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt , The fourth fon ; York here claims it from the third . " Till Lionel's iffue fail , his fhould not reign ; It fails not yet , but flourisheth in thee And in thy fons , fair flips of fuch a ftock ...
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... doth cut my tender feet , And when I start the cruel people laugh , And bid me be advised how I tread . Ah , Humphry , can I bear this fhameful yoak ? Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world , Or count them happy that enjoy the ...
... doth cut my tender feet , And when I start the cruel people laugh , And bid me be advised how I tread . Ah , Humphry , can I bear this fhameful yoak ? Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world , Or count them happy that enjoy the ...
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... doth fting a child That for the beauty thinks it excellent . Believe me , Lords , were none more wife than I , ( And yet herein I judge my own wit good ) This Glofter fhould be quickly rid the world , To rid us from the fear we have of ...
... doth fting a child That for the beauty thinks it excellent . Believe me , Lords , were none more wife than I , ( And yet herein I judge my own wit good ) This Glofter fhould be quickly rid the world , To rid us from the fear we have of ...
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... doth seldom win . Q. Mar. Nay then , this fpark will prove a raging fire , If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with : No more , good York ; fweet Somerset , be still . Thy fortune , York , hadft thou been Regent there , Might happily ...
... doth seldom win . Q. Mar. Nay then , this fpark will prove a raging fire , If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with : No more , good York ; fweet Somerset , be still . Thy fortune , York , hadft thou been Regent there , Might happily ...
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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...