The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... Hastings , and Soldiers . K. Ed . Now , brother Richard , Haftings , and the Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends ; And fays , that once more I fhall interchange My wained ftate for Henry's regal crown . Well have we pass'd , and now ...
... Hastings , and Soldiers . K. Ed . Now , brother Richard , Haftings , and the Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends ; And fays , that once more I fhall interchange My wained ftate for Henry's regal crown . Well have we pass'd , and now ...
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... Hastings ? Enter Lord Haftings . Haft . Good time of day unto my gracious Lord . Glo . As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to the open air . How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Haft With patience ...
... Hastings ? Enter Lord Haftings . Haft . Good time of day unto my gracious Lord . Glo . As much unto my good Lord Chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to the open air . How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Haft With patience ...
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... Hastings's head . Glo . Be patient , they are friends ; Catefby and Lovely Lov . Here is the head of that ignoble traitor , The dangerous and unfuspected Haftings . Glo . So dear I lov'd the man , that I muft weep . I took him for the ...
... Hastings's head . Glo . Be patient , they are friends ; Catefby and Lovely Lov . Here is the head of that ignoble traitor , The dangerous and unfuspected Haftings . Glo . So dear I lov'd the man , that I muft weep . I took him for the ...
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Página 119 - 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 182 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Página 64 - 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.
Página 133 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Página 119 - 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; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Página 169 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Página 329 - 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...