The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Side 62
... CATESBY . Buck . Now , my lord , what shall we do , if we per- ceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ? Glo . Chop off his head , man ; -somewhat we will do.- And , look , when I am king , claim thou of me The earldom of ...
... CATESBY . Buck . Now , my lord , what shall we do , if we per- ceive Lord Hastings will not yield to our complots ? Glo . Chop off his head , man ; -somewhat we will do.- And , look , when I am king , claim thou of me The earldom of ...
Side 63
... CATESBY . [ Exit . Cate . Many good morrows to my noble lord ! Hast . Good morrow , Catesby ; you are early stir- ring . What news , what news , in this our tottering state ? Cate . It is a reeling world , indeed , my lord ; And , I ...
... CATESBY . [ Exit . Cate . Many good morrows to my noble lord ! Hast . Good morrow , Catesby ; you are early stir- ring . What news , what news , in this our tottering state ? Cate . It is a reeling world , indeed , my lord ; And , I ...
Side 64
... Catesby , ere a fortnight make me older , I'll send some packing , that yet think not on't . Cate . ' Tis a vile thing to die , my gracious lord , When men are unprepared , and look not for it . Hast . O monstrous , monstrous ! And so ...
... Catesby , ere a fortnight make me older , I'll send some packing , that yet think not on't . Cate . ' Tis a vile thing to die , my gracious lord , When men are unprepared , and look not for it . Hast . O monstrous , monstrous ! And so ...
Side 65
... CATESBY . How now , sirrah ? how goes the world with thee ? Purs . The better , that your lordship please to ask . Hast . I tell thee , man , ' tis better with me now , That when thou met'st me last where now we meet : Then was I going ...
... CATESBY . How now , sirrah ? how goes the world with thee ? Purs . The better , that your lordship please to ask . Hast . I tell thee , man , ' tis better with me now , That when thou met'st me last where now we meet : Then was I going ...
Side 68
... CATESBY , Lovel , and others , sitting at a table : Officers of the Council attending . Hast . Now , noble peers , the cause why we are met Is to determine of the coronation : In God's name , speak , when is the royal day ? Buck . Are ...
... CATESBY , Lovel , and others , sitting at a table : Officers of the Council attending . Hast . Now , noble peers , the cause why we are met Is to determine of the coronation : In God's name , speak , when is the royal day ? Buck . Are ...
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Side 33 - A thousand men, that fishes gnawed upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep, And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
Side 201 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Side 183 - em, if thou canst : leave working. Song. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Side 203 - 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 122 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Side 204 - 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 : then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Side 32 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Side 122 - Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no, alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Side 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Side 135 - I COME no more to make you laugh; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.