The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 第 4 卷Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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... Thanks , gentle Norfolk ; stay by me my Lords , And Soldiers ftay and lodge by me this Night . [ They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he feek to thruft you out by force . York . The Queen this day ...
... Thanks , gentle Norfolk ; stay by me my Lords , And Soldiers ftay and lodge by me this Night . [ They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he feek to thruft you out by force . York . The Queen this day ...
第 1577 頁
... Thanks . Glo . The match is made , the feals it with a Curtfie . K. Edw . But ftay thee , ' tis the fruits of Love I mean , Gray . The fruits of Love , I mean , my loving Liege . K. Edw . Ay , but I fear me in another sense . What Love ...
... Thanks . Glo . The match is made , the feals it with a Curtfie . K. Edw . But ftay thee , ' tis the fruits of Love I mean , Gray . The fruits of Love , I mean , my loving Liege . K. Edw . Ay , but I fear me in another sense . What Love ...
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... thanks for all at once . K. Lew . Then England's Meffenger , return in Poft , And tell falfe Edward , thy fuppofed King , That Lewis of France , is fending over Maskers To revel it with him , and his new Bride .. Thou feeft what's paft ...
... thanks for all at once . K. Lew . Then England's Meffenger , return in Poft , And tell falfe Edward , thy fuppofed King , That Lewis of France , is fending over Maskers To revel it with him , and his new Bride .. Thou feeft what's paft ...
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... thank God , and thee : He was the Author , thou the Inftrument . Therefore that I may conquer Fortune's fpight , By living low , where Fortune cannot hurt me , And that the People of this blessed Land May not be punish'd with my ...
... thank God , and thee : He was the Author , thou the Inftrument . Therefore that I may conquer Fortune's fpight , By living low , where Fortune cannot hurt me , And that the People of this blessed Land May not be punish'd with my ...
第 1600 頁
... Thanks , good Montgomery : But we now forget our Title to the Crown , And only claim our Dukedom , ' Till God please to fend the reft . Mont . Then fare you well , for I will hence again , I came to ferve a King , and not a Duke ...
... Thanks , good Montgomery : But we now forget our Title to the Crown , And only claim our Dukedom , ' Till God please to fend the reft . Mont . Then fare you well , for I will hence again , I came to ferve a King , and not a Duke ...
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第 1630 頁 - 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, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
第 1774 頁 - 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.
第 1776 頁 - 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 be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
第 1859 頁 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
第 1567 頁 - 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...
第 1777 頁 - 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
第 1839 頁 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
第 1775 頁 - 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.
第 1782 頁 - 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...
第 1749 頁 - 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.