The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Whose ugly and unnatural aspéct May fright the hopeful mother at the view And that be heir to his unhappiness ! If ever he have wife , let her be made More miferable by the death of him , i Than I am made by my young lord , and thee ...
... Whose ugly and unnatural aspéct May fright the hopeful mother at the view And that be heir to his unhappiness ! If ever he have wife , let her be made More miferable by the death of him , i Than I am made by my young lord , and thee ...
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... whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt , and am mishapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , I do mistake my person all this while : Upon my life , the finds , although I cannot , Myself to be a marvellous proper ...
... whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt , and am mishapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , I do mistake my person all this while : Upon my life , the finds , although I cannot , Myself to be a marvellous proper ...
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... Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ? Fool , fool ! thou whet'ft a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curfe this pois'nous bunch - back'd toad . Haft . Falfe - boding woman , end thy ...
... Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about ? Fool , fool ! thou whet'ft a knife to kill thyself . The day will come , that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curfe this pois'nous bunch - back'd toad . Haft . Falfe - boding woman , end thy ...
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... Whose bright outthining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up . Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's neft : - O God , that fee'st it , do not suffer it ; As it was won with blood , loft be it fo ! : - Buck . Peace ...
... Whose bright outthining beams thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternal darkness folded up . Your aiery buildeth in our aiery's neft : - O God , that fee'st it , do not suffer it ; As it was won with blood , loft be it fo ! : - Buck . Peace ...
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... , my lord , Too ceremonious , and traditional : Weigh it but with the grossness of this age , You break not fanctuary in feizing him . E 3 The The benefit thereof is always granted To those whose dealings A 111 . 53 KING RICHARD III .
... , my lord , Too ceremonious , and traditional : Weigh it but with the grossness of this age , You break not fanctuary in feizing him . E 3 The The benefit thereof is always granted To those whose dealings A 111 . 53 KING RICHARD III .
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Page 73 - 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: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Page 70 - 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 14 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Page 74 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 29 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 55 - Roots, you clear heavens! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha! you gods, why this? What this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout...
Page 38 - 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 71 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 28 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 2 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...