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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... Elean Why droops my Lord , like over - ripen'd corn Hanging the head with Ceres ' plenteous load Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fix'd to the fullen earth ...
... Elean Why droops my Lord , like over - ripen'd corn Hanging the head with Ceres ' plenteous load Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fix'd to the fullen earth ...
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... Elean . What dream'd my Lord ? tell me , and I'll requite it With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream . Glo . Methought this ftaff , mine office - badge in court , Was broke in twain ; by whom , I have forgot ; But , as I think , it ...
... Elean . What dream'd my Lord ? tell me , and I'll requite it With fweet rehearsal of my morning's dream . Glo . Methought this ftaff , mine office - badge in court , Was broke in twain ; by whom , I have forgot ; But , as I think , it ...
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... Elean . What , what ! my Lord ! are you so choleric With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glo . Nay , be not angry , I am pleas'd again . Enter Messenger . Me . My ...
... Elean . What , what ! my Lord ! are you so choleric With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glo . Nay , be not angry , I am pleas'd again . Enter Messenger . Me . My ...
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... Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud Frenchwoman ? Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd fet my ten commandments in your face . K. Henry . Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' twas against her will . Elean . Against her will , good ...
... Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud Frenchwoman ? Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd fet my ten commandments in your face . K. Henry . Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' twas against her will . Elean . Against her will , good ...
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... Elean . Well faid , my mafters , and welcome to all ! to this geer , the fooner the better . Boling Patience , good lady : wizards know their Deep night , dark night , the filent of the night * , [ times , The filent of the night , is a ...
... Elean . Well faid , my mafters , and welcome to all ! to this geer , the fooner the better . Boling Patience , good lady : wizards know their Deep night , dark night , the filent of the night * , [ times , The filent of the night , is a ...
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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.