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An actor's art Can die , and live to act a second part : That's but an exit of mortality
, This a re - entrance to a plaudite . I. M. ' To the Memory of the deceased Author ,
Master William Shakespeare . Shake - speare , at length thy pious fellows give ...
An actor's art Can die , and live to act a second part : That's but an exit of mortality
, This a re - entrance to a plaudite . I. M. ' To the Memory of the deceased Author ,
Master William Shakespeare . Shake - speare , at length thy pious fellows give ...
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Live in thy shame , but die not shame with thee : These words hereafter thy
tormentors be ! Convey me to my bed , then to my grave : Love they to live , that
love and honour have . [ Exit , borne out by his Attendants . K. Rich . And let them
die ...
Live in thy shame , but die not shame with thee : These words hereafter thy
tormentors be ! Convey me to my bed , then to my grave : Love they to live , that
love and honour have . [ Exit , borne out by his Attendants . K. Rich . And let them
die ...
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... thy throat , Nym . ' Faith , I will live so long as I may , that's And in thy hateful
lungs , yea , in thy maw , perdy ; the certain of it ; and when I cannot live any lon
And , which is worse , within thy nasty mouth ! ger , I will do as I may : that is my
rest ...
... thy throat , Nym . ' Faith , I will live so long as I may , that's And in thy hateful
lungs , yea , in thy maw , perdy ; the certain of it ; and when I cannot live any lon
And , which is worse , within thy nasty mouth ! ger , I will do as I may : that is my
rest ...
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Long live king Henry ! —Plantagenet , Our army is ready ; come , we'll after them .
embrace him . K. Hen . Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me K. Hen . And Jong
live thou , and these thy for speak . ward sons ! Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too ...
Long live king Henry ! —Plantagenet , Our army is ready ; come , we'll after them .
embrace him . K. Hen . Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me K. Hen . And Jong
live thou , and these thy for speak . ward sons ! Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too ...
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... As ' twere retail'd to all posterity , You break no privilege nor charter there .
Even to the general all - ending day . Oft have I heard of sanctuary men , Glo . So
wise so young , they say , do never live But sanctuary children , ne'er till now .
long .
... As ' twere retail'd to all posterity , You break no privilege nor charter there .
Even to the general all - ending day . Oft have I heard of sanctuary men , Glo . So
wise so young , they say , do never live But sanctuary children , ne'er till now .
long .
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Page 97 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Page 98 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...