What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies ...
No preview available - 2015
againft anfwer Anne art thou beft blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catef caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean elfe England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight firft flain fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftate ftay ftill fuch fure fweet fword Grace haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Henry VI Highnefs himfelf honour houfe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry King's Lady laft live Lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Stanley Madam mafter Majefty mall moft mould muft myfelf noble perfon pleafe pleafure pray prefent Prince Q^Mar Queen reafon reft Rich Richard Somerfet Suffolk tell thee thefe thine thofe thou thoufand thyfelf unto Warwick whofe wife worfe
Page 359 - 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 190 - 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 144 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 213 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 129 - O 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 359 - This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours 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.
Page 362 - 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...
Page 359 - 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.