The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... ruder terms ; fuch as my wit affords , And over - joy of heart doth minister . * Vide Hall's Chronicle , fol . 66 , year 23. init . Mr. Pepe . K. Henry . [ fpeech , K. Henry . Her fight did ravish THE SECOND PART OF A & 1 . АСТ 1. ...
... ruder terms ; fuch as my wit affords , And over - joy of heart doth minister . * Vide Hall's Chronicle , fol . 66 , year 23. init . Mr. Pepe . K. Henry . [ fpeech , K. Henry . Her fight did ravish THE SECOND PART OF A & 1 . АСТ 1. ...
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... doth trouble you . Rancour will out , proud prelate ; in thy face , I fee thy fury if I longer ftay , : We fhall begin our ancient bickerings . Lordings , farewel ; and fay , when I am gone , I prophefy'd , France will be loft ere long ...
... doth trouble you . Rancour will out , proud prelate ; in thy face , I fee thy fury if I longer ftay , : We fhall begin our ancient bickerings . Lordings , farewel ; and fay , when I am gone , I prophefy'd , France will be loft ere long ...
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... doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fix'd to the fullen earth , Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight ? What feeft thou there ? King Henry's diadem , Inchas'd ...
... doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fix'd to the fullen earth , Gazing at that which feems to dim thy fight ? What feeft thou there ? King Henry's diadem , Inchas'd ...
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... doth bode , God knows . Elean . Tut , this was nothing but an argument , That he that breaks a flick of Glo'fter's grove , Shall lofe his head for his prefumption . But lift to me , my Humphry , my sweet Duke , Methought I fat in feat ...
... doth bode , God knows . Elean . Tut , this was nothing but an argument , That he that breaks a flick of Glo'fter's grove , Shall lofe his head for his prefumption . But lift to me , my Humphry , my sweet Duke , Methought I fat in feat ...
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... Doth any one accufe York for a traitor ? K. Henry . What mean't thou , Suffolk tell me what are these ? Suf . Pleafe it your Majefty , this is the man That doth accufe his master of high treafon . His words were thefe : That Richard ...
... Doth any one accufe York for a traitor ? K. Henry . What mean't thou , Suffolk tell me what are these ? Suf . Pleafe it your Majefty , this is the man That doth accufe his master of high treafon . His words were thefe : That Richard ...
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Page 178 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Page 168 - 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.
Page 320 - O, how wretched 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 322 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Page 327 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Page 165 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Page 294 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 64 - 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 117 - 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 328 - And though he were unsatisfied in getting— Which was a sin— yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford! One of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.