The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaEstes and Lauriat, 1883 - English drama |
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... peace , Have no delight to pass away the time , Unless to see 6 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 ...
... peace , Have no delight to pass away the time , Unless to see 6 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 ...
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... peace is made . Anne . That shalt thou know hereafter . Rich . But shall I live in hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live so . Rich . Vouchsafe to wear this ring . Anne . To take is not to give . " [ She puts on the Ring Rich . Look ...
... peace is made . Anne . That shalt thou know hereafter . Rich . But shall I live in hope ? Anne . All men , I hope , live so . Rich . Vouchsafe to wear this ring . Anne . To take is not to give . " [ She puts on the Ring Rich . Look ...
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... peace ! The worm of conscience still be - gnaw thy soul ' Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st , And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while some ...
... peace ! The worm of conscience still be - gnaw thy soul ' Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st , And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine , Unless it be while some ...
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... Peace , peace ! for shame , if not for charity Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me : Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd . 20 Aiery for brood . This word properly signified a brood of ...
... Peace , peace ! for shame , if not for charity Mar. Urge neither charity nor shame to me : Uncharitably with me have you dealt , And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd . 20 Aiery for brood . This word properly signified a brood of ...
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... peace . O Buckingham ! take heed of yonder dog : Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites . His venom tooth will rankle to the death : Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell have set their marks on ...
... peace . O Buckingham ! take heed of yonder dog : Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites . His venom tooth will rankle to the death : Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell have set their marks on ...
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Page 175 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Page 393 - When that the general is not like the hive, To whom the foragers shall all repair, What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded, The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Page 453 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Page 22 - Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ; Why I, in this weak piping time of peace...
Page 312 - 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 300 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 303 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ; The king shall have my service, but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Page 301 - 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 301 - 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 55 - Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.