King Henry VIII ; Coriolanus ; Julius Caesar ; Antony and CleopatraMunroe & Frances, 1803 |
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... gods , [ 1 ] An admirer untired ; an admirer ftill feeling the impression as if it were hourly renewed . JOHNS . [ 2 ] Dies diem docet . Every day learned fomething from the preceding , till the concluding day collected all the fplendor ...
... gods , [ 1 ] An admirer untired ; an admirer ftill feeling the impression as if it were hourly renewed . JOHNS . [ 2 ] Dies diem docet . Every day learned fomething from the preceding , till the concluding day collected all the fplendor ...
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... God save you ! Even to the hall , to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham . I Gen. I'll save you That labour , fir . All's now done , but the ceremony Of bringing back the prifoner . 2 Gen. Were you there ? I Gen. Yes ...
... God save you ! Even to the hall , to hear what shall become Of the great duke of Buckingham . I Gen. I'll save you That labour , fir . All's now done , but the ceremony Of bringing back the prifoner . 2 Gen. Were you there ? I Gen. Yes ...
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... God's name . Lov . I do beseech your grace for charity If ever any malice in your heart Where hid against me , now to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovel , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven : I forgive all . ( 7 ) ...
... God's name . Lov . I do beseech your grace for charity If ever any malice in your heart Where hid against me , now to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovel , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven : I forgive all . ( 7 ) ...
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... God's peace be with him ! Henry the Seventh succeeding , truly pitying My father's lofs , like a most royal prince , Reftor'd me to my honours , and , out of ruins , Made my name , once more , noble . Now his fon , Henry the Eighth ...
... God's peace be with him ! Henry the Seventh succeeding , truly pitying My father's lofs , like a most royal prince , Reftor'd me to my honours , and , out of ruins , Made my name , once more , noble . Now his fon , Henry the Eighth ...
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... God , he be not angry . King . Who's there , I say ? How dare you thruft yourselves Into my private meditations ? Who am I ? ha ? Nor . A gracious king , that pardons all offences , Malice ne'er meant : Our breach of duty , this way ...
... God , he be not angry . King . Who's there , I say ? How dare you thruft yourselves Into my private meditations ? Who am I ? ha ? Nor . A gracious king , that pardons all offences , Malice ne'er meant : Our breach of duty , this way ...
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Page 47 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 43 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 67 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 39 - 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.
Page 44 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 10 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 67 - 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...
Page 71 - Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet, in all my life, I found no man but he was true to me. I shall have glory by this losing day, More than Octavius and Mark Antony By this vile conquest shall attain unto. So fare you well at once; for Brutus...
Page 44 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 48 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.