Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volume 4
G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797
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Achilles Æne Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alarum Anne arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Cres Cressida crown death Diomed doth Duch duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight foul France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath King Henry lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam majesty Margaret Murd ne'er never noble Pandarus Patroclus peace Plantagenet pray prince queen Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet Saint Albans SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee Ther thine thou art thou hast traitor Troilus Troy Ultss Ulyss uncle unto Warwick
Page 509 - 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...
Page 314 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Page 507 - 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 565 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Page 244 - God, methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 507 - 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 340 - 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...
Page 305 - love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Page 244 - 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...