King Henry VIII. CoriolanusPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... hath given him , let some graver eye Pierce into that ; but I can see his pride 71 Peep through each part of him : Whence has he that ? If not from hell , the devil is a niggard ; Or has given all before , and he begins A new hell in ...
... hath given him , let some graver eye Pierce into that ; but I can see his pride 71 Peep through each part of him : Whence has he that ? If not from hell , the devil is a niggard ; Or has given all before , and he begins A new hell in ...
Side 11
... hath flaw'd the league , and hath attach'd Our merchants ' goods at Bourdeaux . Aber . Is it therefore The ambassador is silenc'd ? Nor . Marry , is't . Aber . A proper title of a peace ; and purchas'd At a superfluous rate ! Buck . Why ...
... hath flaw'd the league , and hath attach'd Our merchants ' goods at Bourdeaux . Aber . Is it therefore The ambassador is silenc'd ? Nor . Marry , is't . Aber . A proper title of a peace ; and purchas'd At a superfluous rate ! Buck . Why ...
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William Shakespeare. That he's revengeful ; and I know , his sword Hath a sharp edge : it's long , and , it may be said , It reaches far ; and where ' twill not extend , Thither be darts it . Bosom up my counsel , 131 You'll find it ...
William Shakespeare. That he's revengeful ; and I know , his sword Hath a sharp edge : it's long , and , it may be said , It reaches far ; and where ' twill not extend , Thither be darts it . Bosom up my counsel , 131 You'll find it ...
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... Hath shew'd him gold : my life is spann'd already : I am the shadow of poor Buckingham ; Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on , By dark'ning my clear sun .-- My lord , farewel . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The Council - Chamber ...
... Hath shew'd him gold : my life is spann'd already : I am the shadow of poor Buckingham ; Whose figure even this instant cloud puts on , By dark'ning my clear sun .-- My lord , farewel . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The Council - Chamber ...
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... Hath into monstrous habits put the graces That once were his , and is become as black 400 As if besmear'd in hell . Sit by us ; you shall hear ( This was his gentleman in trust ) of him Things to strike honour sad . - Bid him recount ...
... Hath into monstrous habits put the graces That once were his , and is become as black 400 As if besmear'd in hell . Sit by us ; you shall hear ( This was his gentleman in trust ) of him Things to strike honour sad . - Bid him recount ...
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Antium apostle spoons Aufidius bear Beaumont and Fletcher Ben Jonson beseech blood Buck Buckingham Caius Marcius Cardinal WOLSEY Cham Cominius conscience consul Coriolanus Corioli court Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell dare duke enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear friends Gard give gods grace hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour JOHNSON Kath king king's lady Lart LARTIUS lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain lov'd LOVEL madam malice MALONE Marcius mean Menenius mother never noble old copy passage peace play Plutarch poor Pr'ythee pray queen Roman Rome SCENE senate Serv Shakspere shew SICINIUS Sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVEL speak stand STEEVENS sword tell thank thee There's thing thou hast TITUS LARTIUS to't tongue tribunes truth unto voices Volsces Volscian VOLUMNIA WARBURTON wife Wolsey word worthy
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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