The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with CuttsJacob Tonson at Shakespear's-head over-against Catherine-Street in the Strand, 1714 |
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... Duke , I may not open , The Cardinal of Winchester forbids ; From him I have exprefs Commandment , That thou nor none of thine fhall be let in . Glo . Glo . Faint - hearted Woodvile , prizeft him ' 192 The First Part of.
... Duke , I may not open , The Cardinal of Winchester forbids ; From him I have exprefs Commandment , That thou nor none of thine fhall be let in . Glo . Glo . Faint - hearted Woodvile , prizeft him ' 192 The First Part of.
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... thine , That haft by Tyranny these many Years Wafted our Country , flain our Citizens , And fent our Sons and Husbands Captivate : Tal . Ha , ha , ha . Count . Laugheft thou Wretch ? Thy Mirth fhall turn to Moan . Tal . I laugh to fee ...
... thine , That haft by Tyranny these many Years Wafted our Country , flain our Citizens , And fent our Sons and Husbands Captivate : Tal . Ha , ha , ha . Count . Laugheft thou Wretch ? Thy Mirth fhall turn to Moan . Tal . I laugh to fee ...
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... thine aged Back against mine Arm , And in that ease I'll tell thee my Disease . This day in Argument upon a Cafe , Some words there grew twixt Somerfet and me : 2 2.4 26974 Amongst which terms , he us'd his lavish Tongue , n And did ...
... thine aged Back against mine Arm , And in that ease I'll tell thee my Disease . This day in Argument upon a Cafe , Some words there grew twixt Somerfet and me : 2 2.4 26974 Amongst which terms , he us'd his lavish Tongue , n And did ...
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... thine own , And make thee curfe the Harveft of that Corn . Dau . Your Grace may starve , perhaps , before that time . Bed . Oh let not Words , but Deeds , revenge this Treason . Pucel . What will you do , good gray Beard ? Break a Lance ...
... thine own , And make thee curfe the Harveft of that Corn . Dau . Your Grace may starve , perhaps , before that time . Bed . Oh let not Words , but Deeds , revenge this Treason . Pucel . What will you do , good gray Beard ? Break a Lance ...
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... thine Enemy , They fet him free , without his Ranfom paid , In fpight of Burgundy and all his Friends . See then , thou fight'ft against thy Countrymen , And join'ft with them will be thy Slaughter - men . Come , come , return , return ...
... thine Enemy , They fet him free , without his Ranfom paid , In fpight of Burgundy and all his Friends . See then , thou fight'ft against thy Countrymen , And join'ft with them will be thy Slaughter - men . Come , come , return , return ...
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Page 375 - 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...
Page 375 - 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 376 - ... 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 375 - 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...