The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... flain . [ Ex . Warwick and Salisbury . SCENE III . Manet York . York . ANJOU and Maine are given to the French ; Paris is loft ; the ftate of Normandy Stands on a tickle point , now they are gone : Suffolk concluded on the articles ...
... flain . [ Ex . Warwick and Salisbury . SCENE III . Manet York . York . ANJOU and Maine are given to the French ; Paris is loft ; the ftate of Normandy Stands on a tickle point , now they are gone : Suffolk concluded on the articles ...
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... flain'd with crimson blood , As Humphry prov'd by reasons to my Liege ; And do not ftand on quillets how to flay him : Be it by ginns , by fnares , by fubtilty , Sleeping or waking , ' tis no matter how , So So he be dead ; for that is ...
... flain'd with crimson blood , As Humphry prov'd by reasons to my Liege ; And do not ftand on quillets how to flay him : Be it by ginns , by fnares , by fubtilty , Sleeping or waking , ' tis no matter how , So So he be dead ; for that is ...
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... flain , as thou fhalt be . Suf . Obfcure and lowly fwain , King Henry's blood , The honourable blood of Lancaster , Muft not be shed by such a jaded groom : Haft thou not kiss'd thy hand , and held my ftirrop ? Bare - headed , plodded ...
... flain , as thou fhalt be . Suf . Obfcure and lowly fwain , King Henry's blood , The honourable blood of Lancaster , Muft not be shed by such a jaded groom : Haft thou not kiss'd thy hand , and held my ftirrop ? Bare - headed , plodded ...
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... flain their Governors , furpriz'd our Forts , And fent the ragged foldiers wounded home . The princely Warwick , and the Nevills all , ( Whofe dreadful fwords were never drawn in vain ) As hating thee , are rifing up in arms . And now ...
... flain their Governors , furpriz'd our Forts , And fent the ragged foldiers wounded home . The princely Warwick , and the Nevills all , ( Whofe dreadful fwords were never drawn in vain ) As hating thee , are rifing up in arms . And now ...
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... flain . Re - enter Cade and the reft . Cade . Where's Dick , the butcher of Ashford ? Dick . Here , Sir . Cade . They fell before thee like fheep and oxen , and thou behaved'it thyfelf as if thou hadft been in thine own flaughter ...
... flain . Re - enter Cade and the reft . Cade . Where's Dick , the butcher of Ashford ? Dick . Here , Sir . Cade . They fell before thee like fheep and oxen , and thou behaved'it thyfelf as if thou hadft been in thine own flaughter ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.