The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volume 4Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... never brook retreat , Cheer'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and lord Stafford , all a - breast , Charg'd our main battle's front , and , breaking in , Were by the swords of common soldiers slain . Edw . Lord ...
... never brook retreat , Cheer'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and lord Stafford , all a - breast , Charg'd our main battle's front , and , breaking in , Were by the swords of common soldiers slain . Edw . Lord ...
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... never seen thee , never borne thee son , Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father ! Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus ? Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourish ...
... never seen thee , never borne thee son , Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father ! Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus ? Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourish ...
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... never did thee harm : why wilt thou slay me ? Clif . Thy father hath . Rut . But ' t was ere I was born . Thou hast one son , for his sake pity me , Lest , in revenge thereof , sith God is just , He be as miserably slain as I. Ah ! let ...
... never did thee harm : why wilt thou slay me ? Clif . Thy father hath . Rut . But ' t was ere I was born . Thou hast one son , for his sake pity me , Lest , in revenge thereof , sith God is just , He be as miserably slain as I. Ah ! let ...
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... never heard of . I think , it cites us , brother , to the field , That we , the sons of brave Plantagenet , Each one already blazing by our meeds , Should , notwithstanding , join our lights together , And over - shine the earth , as ...
... never heard of . I think , it cites us , brother , to the field , That we , the sons of brave Plantagenet , Each one already blazing by our meeds , Should , notwithstanding , join our lights together , And over - shine the earth , as ...
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... never henceforth shall I joy again ; Never , O ! never , shall I see more joy . Rich . I cannot weep , for all my body's moisture Scarce serves to quench my furnace - burning heart ; Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burden ...
... never henceforth shall I joy again ; Never , O ! never , shall I see more joy . Rich . I cannot weep , for all my body's moisture Scarce serves to quench my furnace - burning heart ; Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burden ...
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Page 267 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 371 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 314 - Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts , like the commandment of a king , Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets , In evil mixture , to disorder wander , What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny! What raging of the sea , shaking of earth , Commotion in the winds , frights , changes , horrors , Divert and crack , rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states...
Page 92 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph— I— that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 193 - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Page 314 - Amidst the other, whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Page 92 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable 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, 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 33 - 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' : How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times : So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate...
Page 229 - Heaven has an end in all : Yet, you that hear me, This from a dying man receive as certain: Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels, Be sure you be not loose ; for those you make friends, And give your hearts to, when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes, fall away Like water from ye, never found again But where they mean to sink ye.
Page 34 - So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects