The Plays, Volumen7Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... I'll tell you what , -I think , it is our way , If we will keep in favour with the king , To be her men , and wear her livery : The jealous o'er - worn widow , and herselft , Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen , Are mighty ...
... I'll tell you what , -I think , it is our way , If we will keep in favour with the king , To be her men , and wear her livery : The jealous o'er - worn widow , and herselft , Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen , Are mighty ...
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... I'll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath not another day to live : Which done , God take king Edward to his mercy , And leave the ...
... I'll in to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath not another day to live : Which done , God take king Edward to his mercy , And leave the ...
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... I'll make a corse of him that disobeys . 1 Gent . My lord , stand back , and let the coffin pass . Glo . Unmanner'd dog ! stand thou when I com- mand : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by saint Paul , I'll strike thee to ...
... I'll make a corse of him that disobeys . 1 Gent . My lord , stand back , and let the coffin pass . Glo . Unmanner'd dog ! stand thou when I com- mand : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by saint Paul , I'll strike thee to ...
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... 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 ; With ...
... 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 ; With ...
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... I'll turn yon ' fellow in his grave ; And then return lamenting to my love.- Shine out , fair sun , till I have bought a glass , That I may see my shadow as I pass . [ Exit . SCENE III . The same . A room in the palace , Enter Queen ...
... I'll turn yon ' fellow in his grave ; And then return lamenting to my love.- Shine out , fair sun , till I have bought a glass , That I may see my shadow as I pass . [ Exit . SCENE III . The same . A room in the palace , Enter Queen ...
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Página 189 - O, how wretched 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 3 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous lookingglass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion.
Página 191 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must he heard of — say, I taught thee...
Página 244 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Página 188 - 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.
Página 29 - 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 191 - I taught thee— Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in— A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Página 244 - Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander...
Página 191 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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 fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 189 - 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.