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.]., Volume 5 |
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... Catef . Madam , his Majefty doth call for you , And for your Grace , and you , my Noble Lord . Queen . Catesby , we come ; Lords , will you go with us ? Riv . Madam , we will attend your Grace . [ Exeunt all but Gloucefter . Glo . I do ...
... Catef . Madam , his Majefty doth call for you , And for your Grace , and you , my Noble Lord . Queen . Catesby , we come ; Lords , will you go with us ? Riv . Madam , we will attend your Grace . [ Exeunt all but Gloucefter . Glo . I do ...
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... Catef . He for his father's fake fo loves the Prince , That he will not be won to aught against him . Buck . What think'st thou then of Stanley ? will not Catef . He will do all in all as Haftings doth . [ he ? Buck . Well then , no ...
... Catef . He for his father's fake fo loves the Prince , That he will not be won to aught against him . Buck . What think'st thou then of Stanley ? will not Catef . He will do all in all as Haftings doth . [ he ? Buck . Well then , no ...
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... Catef . He for his father's fake fo loves the Prince , That he will not be won to aught against him . Buck . What think'st thou then of Stanley ? will not Catef . He will do all in all as Haftings doth . [ he ? Buck . Well then , no ...
... Catef . He for his father's fake fo loves the Prince , That he will not be won to aught against him . Buck . What think'st thou then of Stanley ? will not Catef . He will do all in all as Haftings doth . [ he ? Buck . Well then , no ...
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... Catef . My good Lords both , with all the heed I can . Glo . Shall we hear from you , Catesby , ere we fleep ? Catef . You fhall , my Lord . Gla . At Crosby - place , there you fhall find us both . [ Exit Catesby . Buck . My Lord , what ...
... Catef . My good Lords both , with all the heed I can . Glo . Shall we hear from you , Catesby , ere we fleep ? Catef . You fhall , my Lord . Gla . At Crosby - place , there you fhall find us both . [ Exit Catesby . Buck . My Lord , what ...
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... Catef . Many good morrows to my Noble Lord ! Haft . Good morrow , Catesby ; you are early ftirring . What news , what news , in this our tott'ring fate ? Catef . It is a reeling world , indeed , my Lord ; And I believe will never ftand ...
... Catef . Many good morrows to my Noble Lord ! Haft . Good morrow , Catesby ; you are early ftirring . What news , what news , in this our tott'ring fate ? Catef . It is a reeling world , indeed , my Lord ; And I believe will never ftand ...
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Page 178 - 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...
Page 168 - 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.
Page 320 - 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.
Page 322 - 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...
Page 327 - 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...
Page 165 - 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.
Page 294 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Page 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.
Page 117 - 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...
Page 328 - And though he were unsatisfied in getting— Which was a sin— yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford! One of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.