The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the illustr. by J. Gilbert engr. by the brothers Dalziel, Part 169, Volume 2 |
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... thou canst not guess ; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : But if thy love were ever like to mine , ( As sure I think did never man love so , ) How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou ...
... thou canst not guess ; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : But if thy love were ever like to mine , ( As sure I think did never man love so , ) How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou ...
Page 143
... thou diest before I come , thou art a mocker of my labour . Well said ! thou lookest cheerly ; and I'll be with thee quickly . Yet thou liest in the bleak air : come , I will bear thee to some shelter ; and thou shalt not die for lack ...
... thou diest before I come , thou art a mocker of my labour . Well said ! thou lookest cheerly ; and I'll be with thee quickly . Yet thou liest in the bleak air : come , I will bear thee to some shelter ; and thou shalt not die for lack ...
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... thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen , b Although thy breath be rude . Heigh - ho ! sing , heigh - ho ! unto the green holly ; Most friendship is feigning ...
... thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen , b Although thy breath be rude . Heigh - ho ! sing , heigh - ho ! unto the green holly ; Most friendship is feigning ...
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... thou hear these verses ? Ros . O , yes , I heard them all , and more too ; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear . CEL . That's no matter ; the feet might bear the verses . Ros . Ay , but the feet were lame ...
... thou hear these verses ? Ros . O , yes , I heard them all , and more too ; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear . CEL . That's no matter ; the feet might bear the verses . Ros . Ay , but the feet were lame ...
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... Thou hast my love ; is not that neigh- bourly ? SIL . I would have you . PHE . Why , that were covetousness . Silvius , the time was , that I hated thee ; And yet it is not , that I bear thee love ; But since that thou canst talk of ...
... Thou hast my love ; is not that neigh- bourly ? SIL . I would have you . PHE . Why , that were covetousness . Silvius , the time was , that I hated thee ; And yet it is not , that I bear thee love ; But since that thou canst talk of ...
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Alcibiades APEM Apemantus bear blood brother BUCK Buckingham CADE Clarence Collier's annotator crown Cymbeline daughter dead death dost doth duke duke of York Edward ELIZ Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fool fortune France friends GENT gentle gentleman give Gloster grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour house of Lancaster IACH ISAB Jack Cade KING HENRY lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain LUCIO madam majesty Malvolio marry master means mistress ne'er never night noble NORF old copies Old text peace Pericles Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince quartos queen RICH Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE soldiers Somerset soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thank thee there's thine thou art thou hast Timon unto Warwick word York
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Page 680 - 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 679 - 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, — Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one,...
Page 514 - 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 418 - 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 delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 63 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Page 145 - Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances * ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful...
Page 679 - 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.
Page 418 - So many years ere I shall shear the fleece ; So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, 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.