The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volum 5Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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... better husband . Anne . His better doth not breathe upon the earth . Glo . He lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Glo . The self - same name , but one of better ...
... better husband . Anne . His better doth not breathe upon the earth . Glo . He lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Glo . The self - same name , but one of better ...
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... better than you would wish ! - Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while , But you must trouble him with lewd ' complaints . Q. Eliz . Brother of Gloster , you mistake the matter . The king , of his own royal disposition , 1 Lewd here ...
... better than you would wish ! - Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing while , But you must trouble him with lewd ' complaints . Q. Eliz . Brother of Gloster , you mistake the matter . The king , of his own royal disposition , 1 Lewd here ...
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... better blood than his , or thine . Glo . In all which time , you , and your husband Grey , Were factious for the house of Lancaster ; - And , Rivers , so were you . - Was not your husband 1 i . e . I think . 2 Labors . 1 In Margaret's ...
... better blood than his , or thine . Glo . In all which time , you , and your husband Grey , Were factious for the house of Lancaster ; - And , Rivers , so were you . - Was not your husband 1 i . e . I think . 2 Labors . 1 In Margaret's ...
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... better to be brief than tedious.— Let him see our commission ; talk no more . [ A paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY , who reads it . Brak . I am , in this , commanded to deliver The noble duke of Clarence to your hands ; I will not ...
... better to be brief than tedious.— Let him see our commission ; talk no more . [ A paper is delivered to BRAKENBURY , who reads it . Brak . I am , in this , commanded to deliver The noble duke of Clarence to your hands ; I will not ...
Side 39
... better for my life , Than Edward will for tidings of my death . 2 Murd . You are deceived ; your brother Gloster hates you.3 Clar . O , no ; he loves me , and he holds me dear . Go you to him from me . Both Murd . Clar . Tell him , when ...
... better for my life , Than Edward will for tidings of my death . 2 Murd . You are deceived ; your brother Gloster hates you.3 Clar . O , no ; he loves me , and he holds me dear . Go you to him from me . Both Murd . Clar . Tell him , when ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Volum 5 William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1872 |
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Side 8 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Side 201 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Side 234 - In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants : and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known ; and those about her, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Side 203 - 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.
Side 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. 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.
Side 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Side 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Side 7 - Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Side 210 - 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...
Side 196 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.