The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 6Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Page 2846
... Guiderius , Difguis'd under the Names of Polidore and Arviragus , Cadwal , fuppofed Sons to Bellarius . Bellarius , A Banish'd Lord , disguis'd under the Name of Morgan . Philario , An Italian , Friend to Pofthumus . Jachimo , Friend to ...
... Guiderius , Difguis'd under the Names of Polidore and Arviragus , Cadwal , fuppofed Sons to Bellarius . Bellarius , A Banish'd Lord , disguis'd under the Name of Morgan . Philario , An Italian , Friend to Pofthumus . Jachimo , Friend to ...
Page 2885
... Guiderius , and Arviragus , Bel . A goodly Day , not to keep Houfe with fuch , Whofe Roof's as low as ours : See , Boys ! this Gate Inftructs you how t'adore the Heav'ns ; and bows you Toa Morning's holy Office . The Gates of Monarchs ...
... Guiderius , and Arviragus , Bel . A goodly Day , not to keep Houfe with fuch , Whofe Roof's as low as ours : See , Boys ! this Gate Inftructs you how t'adore the Heav'ns ; and bows you Toa Morning's holy Office . The Gates of Monarchs ...
Page 2899
... Guiderius , and Arviragus . Bel . You Polidore have prov'd beft Woodman , and Are Mafter of the Feaft ; Cadwall and I Will play the Cook , and Servant , ' tis our match : The fweat of Industry would dry , and die But for the end it ...
... Guiderius , and Arviragus . Bel . You Polidore have prov'd beft Woodman , and Are Mafter of the Feaft ; Cadwall and I Will play the Cook , and Servant , ' tis our match : The fweat of Industry would dry , and die But for the end it ...
Page 2902
... Guiderius , Arviragus , and Imogen from the Cave . my Bel . You are not well : Remain here in the Cave , We'll come to you after Hunting , Arv . Brother , ftay here : Are we not Brothers ? Imo . So Man and Man fhould be , But Clay and ...
... Guiderius , Arviragus , and Imogen from the Cave . my Bel . You are not well : Remain here in the Cave , We'll come to you after Hunting , Arv . Brother , ftay here : Are we not Brothers ? Imo . So Man and Man fhould be , But Clay and ...
Page 2906
... Guiderius . Guid . This Cloten was a Fool , an empty Purse , There was no Mony in't ; Not Hercules Could have knock'd out his Brains , for he had none : Yet I not doing this , the Fool had born My Head , as I do his . Bel . What haft ...
... Guiderius . Guid . This Cloten was a Fool , an empty Purse , There was no Mony in't ; Not Hercules Could have knock'd out his Brains , for he had none : Yet I not doing this , the Fool had born My Head , as I do his . Bel . What haft ...
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Page 2828 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Page 2834 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Page 2763 - Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Page 2806 - Mine honesty and I begin to square. The loyalty well held to fools does make Our faith mere folly : yet he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fall'n lord Does conquer him that did his master conquer, And earns a place i
Page 2839 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick.
Page 2831 - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
Page 2909 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 2806 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Page 3259 - Divines and dying men may talk of Hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell. Slavery and misery! Who in this case Would not take up money upon his soul, Pawn his salvation, live at interest?