The royal king, and loyal subject: A woman killed with kindness (Google eBook)

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Printed for the Shakespeare society, 1850 - English drama - 168 pages
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Page 153 - In satisfaction of all former wrongs. This jewel I will wear here in my heart : And where before I thought her, for her wants, Too base to be my bride, to end all strife, I seal you my dear brother, her my wife.
Page iv - SOCIETY desire it to be understood that they are not answerable for any opinions or observations that may appear in the Society's publications; the Editors of the several Works being alone responsible for the same.
Page 154 - These frets have made me pleasant, that have now Frets of my heart-strings made. O master Cranwell, Oft hath she made this melancholy wood (Now mute and dumb for her disastrous chance) Speak sweetly many a note, sound many a strain To her own ravishing voice, which being well strung, What pleasant strange airs have they jointly rung ! Post with it after her ; now nothing's left ; Of her and her's I am at once bereft.
Page 116 - I will not speak to wrong a gentleman Of that good estimation, my kind friend: I will not; Zounds! I will not . I may choose, And I will choose. Shall I be so misled, Or shall I purchase to my father's crest The motto of a villain...
Page 161 - I'm now bound, I was so impudent to wish you here ; And once more beg your pardon. Oh ! good man. And father to my children, pardon me. Pardon, O pardon me : my fault so heinous is, That if you in this world forgive it not, Heaven will not clear it in the world to come. Faintness hath so...
Page 157 - Go, break this lute upon my coach's wheel, As the last music that I e'er shall make, — Not as my husband's gift, but my farewell To all earth's joy; and so your master tell!
Page 145 - I'll blush for thee. [39 Now, I protest, I think 'tis I am tainted. For I am most ashamed; and 'tis more hard For me to look upon thy guilty face Than on the sun's clear brow. What! Wouldst thou speak?
Page 117 - twas for you. Say I incur The general name of villain through the world, Of traitor to my friend ; I care not, I. Beggary, shame, death, scandal, and reproach, — For you I'll hazard all. Why, what care I? For you I 'll live, and in your love I 'll die.
Page 157 - You have beheld the wofull'st wretch on earth — A woman made of tears : would you had words To express but what you see ! My inward grief No tongue can utter ; yet unto your power You may describe my sorrow, and disclose To thy sad master my abundant woes.
Page 136 - Had this proceeded from my father, he That by the law of nature is most bound In offices of love, it had deserv'd My best employment to requite that grace.