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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... thefe Legs and Arms of 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 ...
... thefe Legs and Arms of 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 ...
Page 206
... thefe nice fharp Quillets of the Law , Good - faith , I am no wiser than a Daw . Plan . Tut , tut , here is a mannerly forbearance : The truth appears fo naked on my fide , That any pur - blind Eye may find it out . - Som . And on my ...
... thefe nice fharp Quillets of the Law , Good - faith , I am no wiser than a Daw . Plan . Tut , tut , here is a mannerly forbearance : The truth appears fo naked on my fide , That any pur - blind Eye may find it out . - Som . And on my ...
Page 208
... ; Look to it well , and fay you are well warn'd . Som . Ah , thou fhalt find us ready for thee ftill ; And know us by these Colours , for thy Foes : For For thefe , my Friends in fpight of thee fhall 208 The First Part of.
... ; Look to it well , and fay you are well warn'd . Som . Ah , thou fhalt find us ready for thee ftill ; And know us by these Colours , for thy Foes : For For thefe , my Friends in fpight of thee fhall 208 The First Part of.
Page 209
... thefe , my Friends in fpight of thee fhall wear . Plan . And by my Soul , this pale and angry Rose , As Cognizance ... thefe gray Locks the Purfuivants of Death , Neftor - like aged , in an Age of Care , Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer ...
... thefe , my Friends in fpight of thee fhall wear . Plan . And by my Soul , this pale and angry Rose , As Cognizance ... thefe gray Locks the Purfuivants of Death , Neftor - like aged , in an Age of Care , Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer ...
Page 210
... thefe Feet , whofe ftrengthlefs ftay is numb , ( Unable to fupport this Lump of Clay ) Swift - winged with defire to get a Grave , As witting I no other comfort have . But tell me , Keeper , will my Nephew come ? Keeper . Richard ...
... thefe Feet , whofe ftrengthlefs ftay is numb , ( Unable to fupport this Lump of Clay ) Swift - winged with defire to get a Grave , As witting I no other comfort have . But tell me , Keeper , will my Nephew come ? Keeper . Richard ...
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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...