The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 6; Volume 70Macmillan, 1865 |
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... look . ] As in Ff . As prose in Rowe ( ed . 1 ) . In Rowe ( ed . 2 ) , the lines end more ... look . It is well , ... look . Hanmer , ending lines 117 , 118 , an't please ... more . 119 . this ] F , F2 his F3F4 Wolsey ] Cardinall Ff ...
... look . ] As in Ff . As prose in Rowe ( ed . 1 ) . In Rowe ( ed . 2 ) , the lines end more ... look . It is well , ... look . Hanmer , ending lines 117 , 118 , an't please ... more . 119 . this ] F , F2 his F3F4 Wolsey ] Cardinall Ff ...
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... look on Sir , The business present : ' tis his highness ' pleasure You shall to the Tower . Buck . It will help me nothing To plead mine innocence ; for that dye is on me Which makes my whitest part black . The will of heaven Be done in ...
... look on Sir , The business present : ' tis his highness ' pleasure You shall to the Tower . Buck . It will help me nothing To plead mine innocence ; for that dye is on me Which makes my whitest part black . The will of heaven Be done in ...
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... look to't ; I put it to your care . Wol . [ To the Secretary ] A word with you . Let there be letters writ to every shire , Of the king's grace and pardon . The grieved commons Hardly conceive of me : let it be noised That through our ...
... look to't ; I put it to your care . Wol . [ To the Secretary ] A word with you . Let there be letters writ to every shire , Of the king's grace and pardon . The grieved commons Hardly conceive of me : let it be noised That through our ...
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... Look out there , some of ye . [ Exit Servant . Wol . And to what end , is this ? Nay , ladies , fear not ; By all the laws of war you're privileged . 45 50 Cham . Serv . Re - enter Servant . How now ! what is't ? A noble troop of ...
... Look out there , some of ye . [ Exit Servant . Wol . And to what end , is this ? Nay , ladies , fear not ; By all the laws of war you're privileged . 45 50 Cham . Serv . Re - enter Servant . How now ! what is't ? A noble troop of ...
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... look they glory not in mischief , Nor build their evils on the graves of great men ; For then my guiltless blood must cry against ' em . For further life in this world I ne'er hope , Nor will I sue , although the king have mercies 70 ...
... look they glory not in mischief , Nor build their evils on the graves of great men ; For then my guiltless blood must cry against ' em . For further life in this world I ne'er hope , Nor will I sue , although the king have mercies 70 ...
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Page 74 - And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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.
Page 143 - In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 74 - 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 112 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Page 69 - Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 144 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Page 197 - Keeps honour bright; to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast. Keep then the path; For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue.
Page 197 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Page 76 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ; The king shall have my service, but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Page 198 - 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.