King Henry VIII. CoriolanusPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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Side 23
... Lart . My horse to your's , no . Mar. ' Tis done . Lart . Agreed . Mar. Say , has our general met the enemy ? 470 Mes . They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet . Lart . So , the good horse is mine . Mar. I'll buy him of you . Lart ...
... Lart . My horse to your's , no . Mar. ' Tis done . Lart . Agreed . Mar. Say , has our general met the enemy ? 470 Mes . They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet . Lart . So , the good horse is mine . Mar. I'll buy him of you . Lart ...
Side 24
... Lart . Their noise be our instruction . — Ladders , ho ! Enter the Volsces . 7 Mar. They fear us not , but issue forth their city . Now put your shields before your hearts , and fight With * 1 With hearts more proof than shields . brave ...
... Lart . Their noise be our instruction . — Ladders , ho ! Enter the Volsces . 7 Mar. They fear us not , but issue forth their city . Now put your shields before your hearts , and fight With * 1 With hearts more proof than shields . brave ...
Side 26
... Lart . What is become of Marcius ? All . Slain , sir , doubtless . 1 Sol . Following the fliers at the very heels , With them he enters : who , upon the sudden , Clapt to their gates ; he is himself alone , To answer all the city . Lart ...
... Lart . What is become of Marcius ? All . Slain , sir , doubtless . 1 Sol . Following the fliers at the very heels , With them he enters : who , upon the sudden , Clapt to their gates ; he is himself alone , To answer all the city . Lart ...
Side 27
... Lart . O , ' tis Marcius : Let's fetch him off , or make remain alike . 540 [ They fight , and all enter the City . SCENE V. Within the Town . Enter certain Romans , with Spoils . 1 Rom . This will I carry to Rome . 2 Rom . And I this ...
... Lart . O , ' tis Marcius : Let's fetch him off , or make remain alike . 540 [ They fight , and all enter the City . SCENE V. Within the Town . Enter certain Romans , with Spoils . 1 Rom . This will I carry to Rome . 2 Rom . And I this ...
Side 28
... Lart . Worthy sir , thou bleed'st ; Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of fight . Mar. Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well . The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me ...
... Lart . Worthy sir , thou bleed'st ; Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of fight . Mar. Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well . The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me ...
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Side 92 - 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.
Side 91 - 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...
Side 91 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced 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...
Side 88 - 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Side 51 - Anne. So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily, I swear, '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.
Side 89 - 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.
Side 14 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Side 91 - 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.
Side 96 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your...
Side 89 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans