The Works of Mr. William Shakespear: In Six Volumes ; Adorn'd with CutsJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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... fweet Sir , at yours , And fo e'er Anfwer knows what Queftion would , Saving in Dialogue of Compliment , And talking of the Alpes and Appenines , The Pyrennean and the River ... fweet , fweet Poifon for the Ages Tooth 984 The Life and Death.
... fweet Sir , at yours , And fo e'er Anfwer knows what Queftion would , Saving in Dialogue of Compliment , And talking of the Alpes and Appenines , The Pyrennean and the River ... fweet , fweet Poifon for the Ages Tooth 984 The Life and Death.
Page 985
... fweet , fweet Poifon for the Ages Tooth , Which though I will not practise to deceive , Yet , to avoid deceit , I mean to learn ; For it fhall ftrew the Footsteps of my Rifing : But who comes in fuch hafte in riding Robes ? What Woman ...
... fweet , fweet Poifon for the Ages Tooth , Which though I will not practise to deceive , Yet , to avoid deceit , I mean to learn ; For it fhall ftrew the Footsteps of my Rifing : But who comes in fuch hafte in riding Robes ? What Woman ...
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... fweet Lout . K. Philip . I am perplext , and know not what to fay . Pand . What canft thou fay , but will perplex thee more , If thou ftand Excommunicate , and Curft ? K. Philip . Good reverend Father , make my Perfon yours , And tell ...
... fweet Lout . K. Philip . I am perplext , and know not what to fay . Pand . What canft thou fay , but will perplex thee more , If thou ftand Excommunicate , and Curft ? K. Philip . Good reverend Father , make my Perfon yours , And tell ...
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... fweet Words tafte , That it yields nought but Shame and Bitterness . Pand . Before the curing of a ftrong Disease , Even in the Inftant of repair and health , The Fit is ftrongeft : Evils that take Leave , On their D.parture , moft of ...
... fweet Words tafte , That it yields nought but Shame and Bitterness . Pand . Before the curing of a ftrong Disease , Even in the Inftant of repair and health , The Fit is ftrongeft : Evils that take Leave , On their D.parture , moft of ...
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... fweet Child's Death . K. John . We cannot hold Mortality's firong Hand . Good Lords , although my Will to give is living , The Suit which you demand is gone , and dead . He tells us Arthur is deceas'd to Night , Sal . 1 Sal . deed we ...
... fweet Child's Death . K. John . We cannot hold Mortality's firong Hand . Good Lords , although my Will to give is living , The Suit which you demand is gone , and dead . He tells us Arthur is deceas'd to Night , Sal . 1 Sal . deed we ...
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Page 1245 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased : The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Page 1349 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Page 1193 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
Page 1364 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Page 1511 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Page 1243 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 1089 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 1303 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Page 1069 - Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...