The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... speak . War . The Cardinal's not my better in the field . Buck . All in this Prefence are thy betters , Warwick . War . Warwick may live to be the best of all . Sal . Peace , Son ; and fhew fome reason , Buckingham , Why Somerfet fhould ...
... speak . War . The Cardinal's not my better in the field . Buck . All in this Prefence are thy betters , Warwick . War . Warwick may live to be the best of all . Sal . Peace , Son ; and fhew fome reason , Buckingham , Why Somerfet fhould ...
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... speak them to me in the garret one night , as we were fcow'ring my lord of York's armour . York . Bafe dunghill villain , and mechanical , I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's fpeech : I do befeech your royal Majefty , Let him have ...
... speak them to me in the garret one night , as we were fcow'ring my lord of York's armour . York . Bafe dunghill villain , and mechanical , I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's fpeech : I do befeech your royal Majefty , Let him have ...
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... speak , thou shalt not pass from hence . Spirit . Afk what thou wilt . - That I had faid , and done ! Boling . First , of the King : What shall of him be- come ? Spirit . The Duke yet lives , that Henry fhall depofe : But him out - live ...
... speak , thou shalt not pass from hence . Spirit . Afk what thou wilt . - That I had faid , and done ! Boling . First , of the King : What shall of him be- come ? Spirit . The Duke yet lives , that Henry fhall depofe : But him out - live ...
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... speak . [ Exit Gloucefter . Elean . Art thou gone too ? all comfort go with thee ! For none abides with me ; my joy is death ; Death , at whofe name I oft have been afraid , Because I wish'd this world's eternity . Stanley , I pr'ythee ...
... speak . [ Exit Gloucefter . Elean . Art thou gone too ? all comfort go with thee ! For none abides with me ; my joy is death ; Death , at whofe name I oft have been afraid , Because I wish'd this world's eternity . Stanley , I pr'ythee ...
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... speak my mind , I think , I fhould have told your Grace's tale . The Dutchefs , by this fubornation , Upon my life , began her devilish practices : Or if he were not privy to those faults , Yet , by reputing of his high defcent , As ...
... speak my mind , I think , I fhould have told your Grace's tale . The Dutchefs , by this fubornation , Upon my life , began her devilish practices : Or if he were not privy to those faults , Yet , by reputing of his high defcent , As ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs Cade Cardinal Catef Catesby caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience Crown curfe death doft doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall fhame fhould fight flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glofter Grace gracious haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour Houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt myſelf noble pleaſe pleaſure Poft pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
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Page 136 - 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...
Page 379 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 376 - 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.
Page 136 - 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.
Page 376 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 377 - 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 136 - 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...
Page 136 - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? 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...
Page 224 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 199 - 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.