The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere: Comedies, vol. 2. Much ado about nothing. Merry wives of Windsor. As you like it. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. A winter's tale. The tempestC. Knight, 1852 |
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... honour of the forlorn French : - Him I forgive my death that killeth me , When he sees me go back one foot , or fly . Alarums . They are beaten back by the English , with great loss . CHARLES , ALENÇON , REIGNIER , and others . CHAR ...
... honour of the forlorn French : - Him I forgive my death that killeth me , When he sees me go back one foot , or fly . Alarums . They are beaten back by the English , with great loss . CHARLES , ALENÇON , REIGNIER , and others . CHAR ...
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... honour thee for this success ? Thy promises are like Adonis ' gardens , That one day bloom'd , and fruitful were the next.— France , triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! — Recover'd is the town of Orleans : More blessed hap did ne'er ...
... honour thee for this success ? Thy promises are like Adonis ' gardens , That one day bloom'd , and fruitful were the next.— France , triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! — Recover'd is the town of Orleans : More blessed hap did ne'er ...
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William Shakespeare Charles Knight. COUNT . With all my heart ; and think me honoured To feast so great a warrior in ... honour of his birth , If he suppose that I have pleaded truth , From off this brier pluck a white rose with me . SOм ...
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. COUNT . With all my heart ; and think me honoured To feast so great a warrior in ... honour of his birth , If he suppose that I have pleaded truth , From off this brier pluck a white rose with me . SOм ...
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... honour and inheritance : But now , the arbitrator of despairs , Just death , kind umpire of men's miseries , With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence ; I would his troubles likewise were expir'd , That so he might recover what was ...
... honour and inheritance : But now , the arbitrator of despairs , Just death , kind umpire of men's miseries , With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence ; I would his troubles likewise were expir'd , That so he might recover what was ...
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... honour is the last . MOR . True ; and thou seest that I no issue have ; And that my fainting words do warrant death : Thou art my heir ; the rest , I wish thee gather ; And yet be wary in thy studious care . PLAN . Thy grave ...
... honour is the last . MOR . True ; and thou seest that I no issue have ; And that my fainting words do warrant death : Thou art my heir ; the rest , I wish thee gather ; And yet be wary in thy studious care . PLAN . Thy grave ...
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Page 491 - 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 234 - To kings that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth! And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 302 - 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...
Page 490 - Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I, do.
Page 490 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Page 475 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Page 487 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 492 - Good Cromwell, Neglect him not; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety. Cromwell. O my lord! Must I then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Page 234 - 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, 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; So many...
Page 492 - 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 honour, — Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.