The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 6Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Page 2849
... Poft . Please your Highness , I will from hence to Day . I'll fetch a turn about the Garden , pitying The Pangs of barr'd Affections , though the King Hath charg'd you should not speak together . [ Exit Imo . O dissembling Courtefie ...
... Poft . Please your Highness , I will from hence to Day . I'll fetch a turn about the Garden , pitying The Pangs of barr'd Affections , though the King Hath charg'd you should not speak together . [ Exit Imo . O dissembling Courtefie ...
Page 2850
... Poft . My Queen ! my Mistress ! O Lady , weep no more , lest I give cause To be suspected of more Tenderness Than doth become a Man . I will remain The loyalist Husband , that did e'er plight Troth . My Refidence in Rome , at one ...
... Poft . My Queen ! my Mistress ! O Lady , weep no more , lest I give cause To be suspected of more Tenderness Than doth become a Man . I will remain The loyalist Husband , that did e'er plight Troth . My Refidence in Rome , at one ...
Page 2851
... Poft . Alack , the King ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid , hence , from my Sight : If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy Unworthiness , thou dy'st . Away ! Thou'rt Poison to my Blood . Poft . The Gods protect you , And ...
... Poft . Alack , the King ! Cym . Thou basest thing , avoid , hence , from my Sight : If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy Unworthiness , thou dy'st . Away ! Thou'rt Poison to my Blood . Poft . The Gods protect you , And ...
Page 2855
... Poft . Since when I have been debter to you for courte- fies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay still ... Poft . 1 Poft . By your Pardon , Sir , I was Cymbeline . 2767 SCENE II. ...
... Poft . Since when I have been debter to you for courte- fies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay still ... Poft . 1 Poft . By your Pardon , Sir , I was Cymbeline . 2767 SCENE II. ...
Page 2856
... Poft . She holds her Virtue still , and I my Mind . Iach . You must not so far prefer her , ' fore ours of Italy . Poft . Being fo far provok'd as I was in France ; I would abate her nothing , tho ' I profess my felf her Adorer , not ...
... Poft . She holds her Virtue still , and I my Mind . Iach . You must not so far prefer her , ' fore ours of Italy . Poft . Being fo far provok'd as I was in France ; I would abate her nothing , tho ' I profess my felf her Adorer , not ...
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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?