The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Pagina 13
... Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries , and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view thy ...
... Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries , and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view thy ...
Pagina 16
... sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks ... sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo ...
... sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks ... sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo ...
Pagina 17
... sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is proposed my fee , My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to speak . [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such ...
... sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is proposed my fee , My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to speak . [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such ...
Pagina 20
... sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt , and am misshapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , 1 I do mistake my person all this while ; Upon my life , she ...
... sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt , and am misshapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , 1 I do mistake my person all this while ; Upon my life , she ...
Pagina 53
... sweet flowers are slow , and weeds make haste . Duch . ' Good faith , ' good faith , the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee . He was the wretched'st thing , when he was young ; So long a growing , and so ...
... sweet flowers are slow , and weeds make haste . Duch . ' Good faith , ' good faith , the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee . He was the wretched'st thing , when he was young ; So long a growing , and so ...
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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 !
Pagina 32 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 202 - Crom. How does your grace ? Wol. 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 263 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power,...