The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Clif . Is Cade the fon of Henry the fifth , That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him ? Will he conduct you through the heart of France , And make the meanest of you Earls and Dukes ? Alas , he hath no home , no place to fly to : Nor ...
... Clif . Is Cade the fon of Henry the fifth , That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him ? Will he conduct you through the heart of France , And make the meanest of you Earls and Dukes ? Alas , he hath no home , no place to fly to : Nor ...
Page 76
... Clif He's fled , my Lord , and all his pow'rs do yield , And humbly thus with halters on their necks Expect your Highness ' doom of life or death . K. Henry . Then , heav'n , fet ope thy everlasting gates , To entertain my vows of ...
... Clif He's fled , my Lord , and all his pow'rs do yield , And humbly thus with halters on their necks Expect your Highness ' doom of life or death . K. Henry . Then , heav'n , fet ope thy everlasting gates , To entertain my vows of ...
Page 83
... Clif . Health and all happiness to my Lord the King ! York . I thank thee , Clifford ; fay , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright me with an angry look ; We are thy Sovereign , Clifford , kneel again ; For thy mistaking fo , we ...
... Clif . Health and all happiness to my Lord the King ! York . I thank thee , Clifford ; fay , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright me with an angry look ; We are thy Sovereign , Clifford , kneel again ; For thy mistaking fo , we ...
Page 84
... Clif . Why , what a brood of traitors have we here ! York . Look in a glass , and call thy image fo . I am the King , and thou a falfe - heart traitor ; Call hither to the ftake my two brave bear , That with the very fhaking of their ...
... Clif . Why , what a brood of traitors have we here ! York . Look in a glass , and call thy image fo . I am the King , and thou a falfe - heart traitor ; Call hither to the ftake my two brave bear , That with the very fhaking of their ...
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Page 135 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 359 - His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations ; he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him ; our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven.
Page 304 - 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 176 - 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 122 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Page 170 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Page 122 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
Page 331 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 330 - 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 332 - 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...