Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Page 57
He then that is not furnish'd in this fort Doth but ufurp the sacred name of Knight ,
Prophaning this most honourable order ; And should , if I were worthy to be judge
, Be quite degraded , like a hedge - born swain That doth presume to boast of ...
He then that is not furnish'd in this fort Doth but ufurp the sacred name of Knight ,
Prophaning this most honourable order ; And should , if I were worthy to be judge
, Be quite degraded , like a hedge - born swain That doth presume to boast of ...
Page 58
What ! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt ? Glou . He doth , my Lord , and is become
our foe . K Henry . Is that the worst this letter doth contain ? Glou . It is the worst ,
and all , my Lord , he writes . K Henry . Why then Lord Talbot there shall talk with
...
What ! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt ? Glou . He doth , my Lord , and is become
our foe . K Henry . Is that the worst this letter doth contain ? Glou . It is the worst ,
and all , my Lord , he writes . K Henry . Why then Lord Talbot there shall talk with
...
Page 89
Beside , his wealth doth warrant lib'ral dow'r , While Reignier sooner will receive
than give . Suf . A dow'r , my Lords . ! disgrace not to your King , That he should
be so abject , base and poor , To chuse for wealth , and not for perfect love .
Beside , his wealth doth warrant lib'ral dow'r , While Reignier sooner will receive
than give . Suf . A dow'r , my Lords . ! disgrace not to your King , That he should
be so abject , base and poor , To chuse for wealth , and not for perfect love .
Page 209
... Unless the adage must be verify'd , That beggars mounted run their borse to
death . ' Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud , But God he knows thy share
thereof is small . ' Tis virtue that doth make them most admir'd , The contrary doth
...
... Unless the adage must be verify'd , That beggars mounted run their borse to
death . ' Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud , But God he knows thy share
thereof is small . ' Tis virtue that doth make them most admir'd , The contrary doth
...
Page 229
I , and ten thousand in this luckless realm , Had left no mourning widows for our
death ; And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace . For whạt doth cherish '
weeds , but gentle air ? And what makes robbers bold , but too much lenity ?
I , and ten thousand in this luckless realm , Had left no mourning widows for our
death ; And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace . For whạt doth cherish '
weeds , but gentle air ? And what makes robbers bold , but too much lenity ?
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Page 466 - 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 436 - 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 225 - 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...
Page 225 - 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 281 - 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 240 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 468 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
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| Title | Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII Volume 4 of The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Sir Thomas Hanmer |
| Publisher | J. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 10 Jul 2007 |
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