The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators. To which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volume 5 |
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... wife , belov'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compass of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy husband , and thyself , From top of honour to difgrace's ...
... wife , belov'd of him ? Haft thou not worldly pleasure at command , Above the reach or compass of thy thought ? And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery , To tumble down thy husband , and thyself , From top of honour to difgrace's ...
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... wife , and all from me . Suf . Thy wife too ? that's fome wrong , indeed . What's yours ? what's here ? [ reads . ] Against the Duke of Suffolk , for inclofing the Commons of Long Melford . How now , Sir Knave ? 7 Sort how it will ...
... wife , and all from me . Suf . Thy wife too ? that's fome wrong , indeed . What's yours ? what's here ? [ reads . ] Against the Duke of Suffolk , for inclofing the Commons of Long Melford . How now , Sir Knave ? 7 Sort how it will ...
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... wife ; She fweeps it through the Court with troops of ladies , More like an Emprefs than Duke Humphry's wife . Strangers in Court do take her for the Queen ; She bears a Duke's revenues on her back , And in her heart fhe fcorns our ...
... wife ; She fweeps it through the Court with troops of ladies , More like an Emprefs than Duke Humphry's wife . Strangers in Court do take her for the Queen ; She bears a Duke's revenues on her back , And in her heart fhe fcorns our ...
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... wife's attire , Have coft a mafs of publick treasury . Buck . Thy cruelty in execution Upon Offenders hath exceeded law ; And left thee to the mercy of the law . Q. Mar. Thy fale of offices and towns in France , If they were known , as ...
... wife's attire , Have coft a mafs of publick treasury . Buck . Thy cruelty in execution Upon Offenders hath exceeded law ; And left thee to the mercy of the law . Q. Mar. Thy fale of offices and towns in France , If they were known , as ...
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... Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an't like your worship . Glo . Had'st thou been his mother , thou couldft have better told . K. Henry . Where wert thou born ? Simp . At Berwick in the north ...
... Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an't like your worship . Glo . Had'st thou been his mother , thou couldft have better told . K. Henry . Where wert thou born ? Simp . At Berwick in the north ...
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Page 444 - 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 440 - 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 440 - 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 149 - 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 77 - 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 451 - 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 443 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Page 441 - 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 148 - 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 222 - 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.