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A04651 Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637. Vaughan, Robert, engraver.
Ben: Ionson's execration against Vulcan· VVith divers epigrams by the same author to severall noble personages in this kingdome. Never published before.; Execration against Vulcan
Printed by J. O[kes] for Iohn Benson [and A. Crooke], and are to be sold at his shop at St. Dunstans Church-yard in Fleet-streete, London : 1640.
t there be a starry Robe Of Constillations 'bout her hurl'd, And thou hast painted beauties world. But Painter see you doe not sell A Coppy of this Piece, nor tell VVhose 'tis: but if it favour finde, Next sitting wee will draw her minde. B. Jonson. Her Minde. PAynter y'are come, but may be gone, Now I have better thought thereon, This worke I can performe alone, And give you reasons more than one, Not that your Art I doe refuse, But here I may no Colours use; Besides your hand will never hit To draw the thing that cannot sit. You could make shift to paint an eye, An Eagle towring in the skye, A Sun, a Sea, a Sandlesse pit, And these are like a Minde, not it. No, to expresse this Mind to sence, Would aske a heavens intelligence, Since that the sence, But that a minde so rapt so high, So swift, so pure should yet apply It selfe to us, and come so nigh Earths grossenesse, there's the how, and why? Is it because it sees us dull And stuck in Clay here, it would pull Vs forth by some Coelestiall slight, Vp to her owne sublimed height? Or hath shee here upon the ground, Some Paradise or Pallace found In all the bounds of Beauty fit For her t'inhabite? there is it. Thrice happy house that hast receite, For this so softly forme, so straite, So polish'd, perfect, and so even, As it slid moulded out of Heaven. Not swelling like the Ocean proud, But stooping gently as a Cloud, As smooth as Oyle powr'd forth, and calme As showres, and sweet as drops of Balme, Smooth, soft, and sweet, an
A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
, And let there be a starry Robe, Of Constillations bout her hurl'd, And thou hast painted beauties world. But Painter see you doe not sell A coppy of this Peece, nor tell Whose tis: But if it favour finde. Next sitting we will draw her minde. B. L. Her minde. PAinter y'are come, but may be gone, Now I have better thought thereon, This worke I can performe alone, And give you reasons more than one. Not that your Art I doe refuse, But here I may no colours use, Besides your hand will never hit To draw the thing that cannot sit. You could make shift to paint an eye, An Eagle towring in the skie, A Sunne, a Sea, a Sandlesse pit, And these are like a minde, not it. No, to expresse this minde to sence, Would aske a heavens intelligence, Since th sence, But that a minde so rapt so high, So swift, so pure should yet apply It selfe to us, and come so igh Earths grossenesse, there's the how, and why? Is it because it sees us dull And stucke in clay here? it would pull V forth by some Coelestiall slight, Vp to her owne sublimed height? Or hath shee here upon the ground, Some Paradise or Pallace found In all the bounds of Beauty fit For hert' in habit? there is it. Thrice happie house that hast receite, For this so softly forme, so strai e, So polish'd, perfect, and so even, As it slid moulded out of heaven. Not swelling like the Ocean proud, But stooping gently as a Cloud, As smooth as Oyle powr'd forth, and calme, As showers, and sweete as droppes of Balme, Smooth, soft, and sweete, a
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
g loud On the vnſtedfaſt footing of a Speare. Hot. If he fall in, good night, or ſinke or ſwimme: Send danger from the Eaſt vnto the Weſt, So Honor croſſe it from the North to South, And let them grapple: The blood more ſtirres To rowze a Lyon, then to ſtart a Hare. Nor. Imagination of ſome great exploit, Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience. Hot. By heauen, me thinkes it were an eaſie leap, To plucke bright Honor from the pale-fac'd Moone, Or diue into the bottome of the deepe, Where Fadome-line could neuer touch the ground, And plucke vp drowned Honor by the Lockes: So he that doth redeeme her thence, might weare Without Co-riuall, all her Dignities: But out vpon this halfe-fac'd Fellowſhip. Wor. He apprehends a World of Figures here,oſes. Thoſe Priſoners you ſhall keepe. Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat: He ſaid, he would not ranſome Mortimer: Forbad my tongue to ſpeake of Mortimer. But I will finde him when he lyes aſleepe, And in his eare, Ile holla Mortimer. Nay, Ile haue a Starling ſhall be taught to ſpeake Nothing but Mortimer, and giue it him, To keepe his anger ſtill in motion. Wor. Heare you Couſin: a word. Hot. All ſtudies heere I ſolemnly defie, Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke, And that ſame Sword and Buckler Prince of Wales. But that I thinke his Father loues him not, And would be glad he met with ſome miſchance, I would haue poyſon'd him with a pot of Ale. Wor. Farewell Kinſman: Ile talke to you When you are better temper'd to attend. Nor. Why wh
A59501 Betterton, Thomas, 1635?-1710. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Henry IV. Part 1.
K. Henry IV with the humours of Sir John Falstaff : a tragi-comedy as it is acted at the theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields by His Majesty's servants : revived with alterations / written originally by Mr. Shakespear.
Printed for R.W. and sold by John Deeve ..., London : 1700.
oaring loud, On the unſtedfaſt footing of a Spear. Hot. If he fall in, good night, or ſink or ſwim: Send danger from the Eaſt unto the Weſt, So Honour croſs in from the North to South, And let them grapple: The Blood more ſtirs To rowze a Lyon, than to ſtart a Hare. Nor. Imagination of ſome great Exploit, Drives him beyond the bounds of Patience. Hot. By Heaven, methinks it were an eaſie leap, To pluck bright Honour from the pale-fac'd Moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where Fadom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drown'd Honour by the Locks: So he that doth redeem her thence, might wear Without Co-rival, all her Dignities: But out upon this half-fac'd Fellowſhip. Wor. He apprehends a world of Figures here, But not tho my Purpoſes. Thoſe Priſoners you ſhall keep. Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat: He ſaid he would not Ranſom Mortimer: Forbad my Tongue to ſpeak of Mortimer. But I will find him when he lies a ſleep, And in his Ear I ll holla, Mortimer. Nay, I'll have a Starling ſhall be taught to ſpeak Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him, To keep his anger ſtill in motion Wor. Hear you, Couſin: A word. Hot. All Studies here I ſolemnly defie, Save how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrook, And that ſame Sword and Backler Prince of Wales. But that I think his Father loves him not, And would be glad he met with ſome Miſchance, I would have poyſon'd him with a pot of Ale. Wor. Farewell, Kinſman: I'll talk to you When you are temperd to attend. Nor. Why what a waſ
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A03250 Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
Troia Britanica: or, Great Britaines Troy A poem deuided into XVII. seuerall cantons, intermixed with many pleasant poeticall tales. Concluding with an vniuersall chronicle from the Creation, vntill these present times. Written by Tho: Heywood.
Printed by W. Iaggard, London : 1609.
ds persu de me The greatest gift of al, the Goddesse made me. It is enough to me, men praise my face, But from the Goddes, I merit no such grace, Nor doth the praise you charge me with offend me, If Venus doe not enuiously commend me. But loe I graunt you, and imagine true, Your free report, claiming your praise as due, Who would in pleasing things call Fame a liar, But giue that credit, which we most desire. That we haue mou'd these doubts be not you grieued, The greatest wonders are the least beleeued, Know then I first am pleasde that Venus ought me Such vndeserued grace: Next, that you thought me The greatest meede: Nor Scepter, nor Warres Fame, Did you preferre before poore Hellens name. (Hard-hart tis time thou shouldst at last come downe) Therefore I am your valour, I your Crowne, Your kindnesse conquers me do what I can, I were hard-harted, not to loue this man; Obdurate I was neuer, and yet coy, To fauour him whom I can ner'e enioy. What profits it the barren sandes to plow And in the furrowes our affections sow, In the sweete theft of Venus I am rude, And know not how my Husband to delude; Now I these Loue-lines write, my pen I vow Is a new office taught, not knowne till now, Happy are they that in this Trade haue skill, (Alasse I am a Foole) and shall be still, And hauing till this houre not slept astray, Feare in these sports least I should mis my way The feare (no doubt) is greater then the blame I stand confounded and amaz'd with shame. And with the very thought of what you seeke, Thinke euery eie fixt on my guilty cheeke, Nor are these suppositions meerely vaine, The murmuring people whisperingly complaine, And my maid Aethra hath
A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
ds perswade me, The greatest gift of all, the Goddesse made me. It is enough to me, men praise my face, But from the Gods, I merit no such grace, Nor doth the praise you charge me with offend, me, If Venus doe not enviously commend me. But loe I grant you, and imagine true, Your free report, claiming your praise as due. Who would in pleasing things call Fame a liar, But give that credit, which we most desire. That we have mov'd these doubts be not you grieved, The greatest wonders are the least beleeved; Know then I first am pleas'd that Venus ought me Such undeserved grace: Next, that you thought me The greatest meede: nor Scepter nor warres Fame. Did you preferre before poore Hellens name. (Hard-heart, tis time thou shouldst at last come downe:) Therefore I am your valour, I your Crowne. Your kindnesse conquers me doe what I can. I were hard-hearted, not to love this man: Obdurate I was never, and yet coy, To favour him whom I can ner'e enjoy. What profits it the barren sands to plow, And in the furrowes our affections sow. In the sweete theft of Venus I am rude, And know not how my husband to delude; Now I these love-lines write, my Pen I vow, Is a new office taught, not knowne till now. Happy are they that in this Trade have skill, (Alas I am a foole) and shall be still; And having till this houre not slept astray, Feare in these sports least I should misse my way. The feare (no doubt) is greater than the blame, I stand confounded and amaz'd with shame, And with the very thought of what you seeke, Thinke every eye fixt on my guilty cheeke. Nor are these suppositions meerely vaine, The murmuring people whisperingly complaine, And my maide Aethra
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A12032unknown? Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The passionate pilgrime. By W. Shakespeare
Printed [by T. Judson] for W. Iaggard, and are to be sold by W. Leake, at the Greyhound in Paules Churchyard, At London : 1599.
urning mortall for thy Loue. MY flocks feede not, my Ewes breed not, My Rams speed not, all is amis: Loue is dying, Faithes defying, Harts nenying, causer of this. All my merry Iigges are quite forgot, All my Ladies loue is lost (god wot) Where her faith was firmely fixt in loue, There a nay is plac't without remoue. One silly crosse, wrought all my losse, O frowning fortune cursed fickle dame, For now I see, inconstancy, More in wowen then in men remaine. In blacke morne I, all feares scorne I, Loue hath sorlorne me, liuing in thrall: Hart is bleeding, all helpe needing, O cruell speeding, fraughted with gall. My shepheards pipe can sound no deale, My weathers bell rings dolefull knell, My curtaile dogge that wont to haue plaid, Plaies not at all but seemes afraid. With sighes so deepe, procures to weepe, In howling wise, to see my dolefull plight, How sighes resound through hartles ground Like a thousand vanquisht men in blodie fight. Cleare wels spring not, sweete birds sing not, Greene plants bring not forth their die, Heards stands weeping, flocks all sleeping, Nimphes blacke peeping fearefully: All our pleasure knowne to vs poore swaines: All our merrie meetings on the plaines, All our euening sport from vs is fled, All our loue is lost, for loue is dead, Farewell
A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
or thy Love. Loves labour lost. MY flocks feede not my Ewes breed not, My Rams speed not, all is amis: Love is dying, Faiths defying, Harts denying, causer of this. All my merry Iigges are quite forgot, All my Ladies love is lost (god wot) Where her aith was firmely fixt in love, There a nay is plac't without remove. One silly crosse, wrought all my losse, O frowning fortune cursed fickle dame, For now I see, inconstancy, More in women then in men remaine. In blacke mourne I, all feares scorne I, Love hath forlorne me living in thrall: Heart is bleeding, all helpe needing, O cruell speeding, fraughted with gall. My shep heards pipe can sound no deale, My Weathers bell rings dolefull knell, My curtaile Dogge that wont to have plaid, Plaies not at all but seemes afraid. With sighes so deepe, procures to weepe, In howling wise, to see my dolefull plight, How sighes resound through heartlesse ground Like a thousand vanquisht men in bloudie fight. Cleare wells spring not, sweet birds sing not, Greene plants bring not forth their die, Herds stands weeping, flockes all sleeping, Nimphes blacke peeping fearefully: All our pleasure knowne to us poore swaines: All our merry meetings on the plaines, All our evening sport from us is fled, All our love is lost, for love is dead, Farewell s
A16273unknown? Bodenham, John, fl. 1600, attrib. name. N. L. (Nicholas Ling), fl. 1580-1607, attrib. name. A. B., fl. 1600, attrib. name.
Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam.
Printed by I. R[oberts] for Iohn Flasket, and are to be sold in Paules Church-yard, at the signe of the Beare, At London : 1600.
heepheards complaint. MY Flocks feede not, my Ewes breede not, My Rammes speede not, all is amisse: Loue is denying, Faith is defying, Harts renying, causer of this. All my merry Iiggs are quite forgot, All my Ladies loue is lost God wot. Where her faith was firmely fixt in loue, There a nay is plac'd without remoue. One silly crosse, wrought all my losse, O frowning Fortune, cursed fickle Dame: For now I see, inconstancie More in vvomen then in men remaine. In black mourne I, all feares scorne I, Loue hath forlorne me, liuing in thrall: Hart is bleeding, all helpe needing, O cruell speeding, fraughted with gall. My Sheepheards pipe can sound no deale, My Weathers bell rings dolefull knell. My curtaile dogge that wont to haue plaide, Playes not at all, but seemes afraide. With sighs so deepe, procures to weepe, In howling-wise, to see my dolefull plight: How sighs resound, through hartlesse ground, Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight. Cleare Wells spring not, sweet birds sing not, Greene plants bring not foorth their die: Heards stand weeping, Flocks all sleeping, Nimphs back peeping fearefully. All our pleasure knowne to vs poore Swaines, All our merry meeting on the Plaines. All our euening sports from vs are fled, All our loue is lost, for Loue is dead. Farewell swee
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A12032unknown? Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The passionate pilgrime. By W. Shakespeare
Printed [by T. Judson] for W. Iaggard, and are to be sold by W. Leake, at the Greyhound in Paules Churchyard, At London : 1599.
s goods lost, are seld or neuer found, As vaded glosse no rubbing will refresh: As flowers dead, he withered on the ground, As broken glasse no symant can redresse. So beauty blemisht once, for euer lost, In spite of phisicke, painting, paine and cost. Good night, good rest, ah neither be my share, She bad good night, that kept my rest away, And daft me to a cabben hangde with care: To descant on the doubts of my decay. Farewell (quoth she) and come againe to morrow Fare well I could not, for I supt with sorrow. Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, In scorne or friendship, nill I conster whether: 'Tmay be she ioyd to ieast at my exile, 'Tmay be againe, to make me wander thither. Wander (a word) for shadowes like my selfe, As take the paine but cannot plucke the pelfe. Lord how mine eies throw gazes to the East, My hart doth charge the watch, the morning rise Doth scite each mouing scence from idle rest, Not daring trust the office of mine eies. While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark, And with her layes were tuned like the larke. For she doth welcome daylight with her ditte, And driues away darke dreaming night: The night so packt, I post vnto my pretty, Hart hath his hope, and eies their wished sight, Sorro
A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
re, nor dispis'd, Whilst that this shadovv doth such substance give, That I in thy aboundance an suffic'd, And by a part of all thy glory live: Looke vvhat is best▪ that best I vvish in thee, This vvish I have, then ten times happy me. Loath to depart. GOod night, good rest, ah neither be my share, She bad good night, that kept my rest away, And daft me to a cabben hangde vvith care: To descant on the doubts of my decay, Farevvell (quoth she) and come againe tomorrovv: Farevvell I could not, for I supt with sorrovv. Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, In scorne or friendship, nill I conster vvhether: 'T may be she joyd to jeast at my exile. 'T may be againe, to make me vvander thither. Wander (a word) for shadovves like my selfe, As take the paine, but cannot plucke the pelfe. Lord hovv mine eyes throvv gazes to the East, My heart doth charge the watch, the morning rise Doth scite each moving sence from idle rest, Not daring trust the office of mine eies. While Philomela sits and ings, I sit and marke, And wish her layes vvere tuned like the Larke. For she doth vvelcome day-light vvith her ditty, And drives avvay darke dreaming night: The night so packt, I post unto my pretty, Hart hath his hope, and eies their vvished sight,
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A11966 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The history of Henrie the Fourth vvith the battell at Shrewsburie, betweene the King and Lord Henry Percy, surnamed Henrie Hotspur of the north. With the humorous conceits of Sir Iohn Falstalffe [sic].; King Henry IV. Part 1
Printed by P[eter] S[hort] for Andrew Wise, dwelling in Paules Churchyard, at the signe of the Angell, At London : 1598.
. Welcome sir Walter Blunt: and would to God You were of our determination, Some of vs loue you well, and euen those some Enuy your great deseruings and good name, Because you are not of our qualitie, But stand against vs like an enemie. Blunt. And God defend but still I should stand so, So long as out of limit and true rule You stand against annointed Maiestie. But to my charge. The king hath sent to know The nature of your griefes and whereupon You coniure from the breast of ciuill peace Such bold hostilitie: teaching his dutious land Audacious crueltie. If that the king Haue any way your good deserts forgot Which he confesseth to be manifold, He bids you name your griefes, and with all speede, You shall haue your desires with interest And pardon absolute for your selfe, and these Herein misled by your suggestion. Hot. The king is kind, and well we know the king Knowes at what time to promise, when to pay: My father, and my vncle and my selfe, Did giue him that same royaltie he weares, And when he was not sixe and twentie strong, Sicke in the worlds regard: wretched and low A poore outlaw eaking home, My father gaue him welcome to the shore: And when he heard him
A59501 Betterton, Thomas, 1635?-1710. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Henry IV. Part 1.
K. Henry IV with the humours of Sir John Falstaff : a tragi-comedy as it is acted at the theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields by His Majesty's servants : revived with alterations / written originally by Mr. Shakespear.
Printed for R.W. and sold by John Deeve ..., London : 1700.
Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt: And would to God you were of our determination. Some of us love you well: and even thoſe ſome Envy your great Deſervings, and good Name, Becauſe you are not of our Quality, But ſtand againſt us like an Enemy. Blunt. And Heaven defend, but ſtill I ſhould ſtand ſo, So long as out of Limit, and true Rule, You ſtand againſt Anointed Majeſty. But to my Charge. The King hath ſent to know The Nature of your Griefs, and whereupon You conjure from the breaſt of Civil peace, Such bold Hoſtility, teaching his dutious Land Audacious Cruelty. If that the King Have any way your good Deſerts forgot, Which he confeſſeth to be manifold, He bids you name your Griefs; and with all ſpeed You ſhall have your deſires, with intereſt: And Pardon abſolute for your ſelf, and theſe, Herein mis-led by your ſuggeſtion. Hot. The King is kind: And well we know, the King Knows at what time to Promiſe, when to Pay. My Father, my Uncle, and my ſelf, Did give him that ſame Royalty he wears: And when he was not ſix and twenty ſtrong, Sick in the Worlds regard, wretched and low, A poor unminded Out-law, ſneaking home, My Father gave him welcome to the ſhore: And when he heard
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
oth giue my Conſcience? The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaiſt'ring Art Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it, Then is my deede, to my moſt painted word. Oh heauie burthen! Pol. I heare him comming, let's withdraw my Lord. Exeunt. Enter Hamlet. Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the Queſtion: Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to ſuffer The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune, Or to take Armes againſt a Sea of troubles, And by oppoſing end them: to dye, to ſleepe No more; and by a ſleepe, to ſay we end The Heart-ake, and the thouſand Naturall ſhockes That Fleſh is heyre too? 'Tis a conſummation Deuoutly to be wiſh'd. To dye to ſleepe, To ſleepe, perchance to Dreame; I, there's the rub, For in that ſleepe of death, what dreames may come, When we haue ſhufflel'd off this mortall coile, Muſt giue vs pawſe. There's the reſpect That makes Calamity of ſo long life: For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time, The Oppreſſors wrong, the poore mans Contumely, The pangs of diſpriz'd Loue, the Lawes delay, The inſolence of Office, and the Spurnes That patient merit of the vnworthy takes, When he himſelfe might his Quietus make With a bare Bodkin? Who would theſe Fardles beare To grunt a
A59527 D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Hamlet.
The tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark as it is now acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theatre / by William Shakespeare.
Printed by Andr. Clark for J. Martyn and H. Herringman ..., London : 1676.
laſh that ſpeech doth give my conſcience! "The harlots check beautied with plaſtring art, "Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, "Than is my deed to my moſt painted word: "O heavy burden! [Enter Hamlet. Pol. I hear him coming, withdraw my Lord. Ham. To be or not to be, that is the queſtion, Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to ſuffer The ſlings and arrows of outragious fortune, Or to take arms againſt a ſea of troubles, And by oppoſing end them: to die to ſleep No more; and by a ſleep to ſay we end The heart-ake, and the thouſand natural ſhocks That fleſh is heir to; 'tis a conſummation, Devoutly to be wiſht, to dye to ſleep, To ſleep perchance to dream, I there's the rub, For in that ſleep of death what dreams may come, When we have ſhuffled off this mortal coil Muſt give us pauſe, there's the reſpect That makes calamity of ſo long life: For who would bear the whips and ſcorns of time, Th' oppreſſors wrong, the proud mans contumely, The pangs of deſpiſed love, and the laws delay, The inſolence of office, and the ſpurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When as himſelf might his Quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To groan and ſwe
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
y Innouation: And neuer yet did Inſurrection want Such water-colours, to impaint his cauſe: Nor moody Beggars, ſtaruing for a time Of pell-mell hauocke, and confuſion. Prin. In both our Armies, there is many a ſoule Shall pay full dearely for this encounter, If once they ioyne in triall. Tell your Nephew, The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world In praiſe of Henry Percie: By my Hopes, This preſent enterprize ſet off his head, I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman, More actiue, valiant, or more valiant yong, More daring, or more bold, is now aliue, To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds. For my part, I may ſpeake it to my ſhame, I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry, And ſo I heare, he doth account me too: Yet this before my Fathers Maieſty, I am content that he ſhall take the oddes Of his great name and eſtimation, And will, to ſaue the blood on either ſide, Try fortune with him, in a Single Fight. King. And Prince of Wales, ſo dare we venter thee, Albeit, conſiderations infinite Do make againſt it: No good Worſter, no, We loue our people well; euen thoſe we loue That are ſled vpon your Couſins part: And will they take the offer of our Grace: Both he, and they, and you; yea, euery man S
A11966 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The history of Henrie the Fourth vvith the battell at Shrewsburie, betweene the King and Lord Henry Percy, surnamed Henrie Hotspur of the north. With the humorous conceits of Sir Iohn Falstalffe [sic].; King Henry IV. Part 1
Printed by P[eter] S[hort] for Andrew Wise, dwelling in Paules Churchyard, at the signe of the Angell, At London : 1598.
urly innouation, And neuer yet did insurrection want Such water colors to impaint his cause Nor moody beggars staruing for a time, Of pell mell h uocke and c nfusion. Prin. In both your armies there is many a soule, Shall pay full dearely for this incounter If once they ioine in trial, tell your nephew The prince of Wales doth ioine with all the world In praise of Henrie Percy, by my hopes This present enterprise set of his head, I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman, More actiue, valiant, or more valiant yong, More daring, or more bold is now aliue To grace this latter age with noble deedes, For my part I may speake it to my shame, I haue a truant beene to Chiualrie, And so I heare he doth account me too; Yet this before my fathers maiestie, I am content that he shall take the oddes Of his great name and estimation, And will to saue the blood on either side Trie fortune with him in a single fight. King. And prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee, Albeit, considerations infinite Do make against it: no good Worcester no, We loue our people well, euen those we loue That are misled vpon your coosens part, And will they take the offer of our grace, Both he, and they, and you, yea euery m
A59501 Betterton, Thomas, 1635?-1710. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Henry IV. Part 1.
K. Henry IV with the humours of Sir John Falstaff : a tragi-comedy as it is acted at the theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields by His Majesty's servants : revived with alterations / written originally by Mr. Shakespear.
Printed for R.W. and sold by John Deeve ..., London : 1700.
nt of Rebellion: And never yet did Inſurrection want Such Water-colours, to impaint his Cauſe: Nor moody Beggars, ſtarving for a time Of Pell-mell Havock, and Confuſion. Prin. In both our Armies, there is many a Soul Shall pay full dearly for this Encounter, If once they joyn in Trial. Tell your Nephew, The Prince of Wales doth joyn with all the World In praiſe of Henry Percy: By my Hopes, This preſent Enterprize ſet off his head, I do not think a braver Gentleman, More Active, Valiant, or more valiant young, More daring, or more bold, is now alive, To grace this latter Age with Noble Deeds. For my part, I may ſpeak it to my ſhame, I have a Truant been to Chivalry, And ſo I hear he doth account me too: Yet this before my Fathers Majeſty, I am content that he ſhall take the odds Of his great Name and Eſtimation, And will, to ſave the Blood on either ſide, Try Fortune with him, in a Single Fight. King. And, Prince of Wales, ſo dare we venture thee, Albeit, Conſiderations infinite Do make againſt it: No, good Worſter, no, We love our People well; even thoſe we love That are miſled upon your Couſins part: And will they take the offer of our Grace: Both he, and they, and you, yea, every
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A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
x and the Turtle Fled, In a mutuall flame from hence. So they loved as love in twaine, Had the essence but in one, Two distincts but in none, Number there in love was slaine, Hearts remote, yet not asunder, Distance and no space was seene, Twixt thy Turtle and his Queene, But in them it were a wonder. So betweene them Love did shine, That the Turtle saw his right, Flaming in the Phoenix sight, Either was the others mine. Propertie was thus appalled, That the selfe was not the same, Single Natures double name, Neither two nor one was called. Reason in it selfe confounded, Saw division grow together, To themselves yet either neither, Simple were so well compounded. That it cried how true a twaine, Seemeth this concordant one, Love hath Reason, Reason none, If what parts can so remaine. Whereupon it made this Threne, To the Phoenix and the Dove, Co-supreames and starres of Love, As Chorus to their tragique Scene. Threnes. BEauty, Truth, and Raritie▪ Grace in all Simpliicity, Hence inclosed, in c ers lie. Death is now the Phoenix nest, And the Turtles loyall breast, To eternity doth rest. Leaving no
A18592 Chester, Robert, 1566-1640. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. aut Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637. aut Chapman, George, 1559?-1634. aut Marston, John, 1575?-1634. aut
The anuals [sic] of great Brittaine. Or, A most excellent monument wherein may be seene all the antiquities of this kingdome, to the satisfac ion both of the vniuersities, or any other place stirred with emulation of long continuance. Excellently figured out in a worthy poem.; Loves martyr
Printed [by E. Allde] for Mathew Lownes, London : 1611.
d the Turtle fled, In a mutuall flame from hence. So they loued as loue in twaine, Had the essence but in one, Two distincts, Diuision none, Number there in loue was slaine. Hearts remote, yet not asunder; Distance and no space was seene, Twixt this Turtle and his Queene; But in them it were a wonder. So betweene them Loue did shine, That the Turtle saw his right, Flaming in the Phoenix sight; Either was the others mine. Propertie was thus appalled, That the selfe was not the same: Single Natures double name, Neither two nor one was called. Reason in it selfe confounded, Saw Diuision grow together, To themselues yet either neither, Simple were so well compounded▪ That it cried, how true a twaine, Seemeth this concordant one, Loue hath Reason, Reason none, If what parts, can so remaine. Whereupon it made this Thren , To the Phoenix and the Doue, Co-supremes and starres of Loue, As Chorus to their Tragique Scene. Threnos. BEautie, Truth, and Raritie, Grace in all simplicitie, Here enclosde, in cinders lie. Death is now the Phoenix nest, And the Turtles loyall brest, To eternitie doth rest. Leauing no p
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
hile thou on preſſed flowers doſt ſleepe: And I will purge thy mortall groſſeneſſe ſo, That thou ſhalt like an airie ſpirit go. Enter Peaſe-bloſſome, Cobweb, Moth, Muſtard-ſeede, and foure Fairies. Fai. Ready; and I, and I, and I, Where ſhall we go? Tita. Be kinde and curteous to this Gentleman, Hop in his walkes, and gambole in his eies, Feede him with Apricocks, and Dewberries, With purple Grapes, greene Figs, and Mulberries, The honie-bags ſteale from the humble Bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighes, And light them at the fierie-Glow-wormes eyes, To haue my loue to bed, and to ariſe: And plucke the wings from painted Butterflies, To fan the Moone-beames from his ſleeping eies. Nod to him Elues, and doe him curteſies. 1. Fai. Haile mortall, haile. 2. Fai. Haile. 3. Fai. Haile. Bot. I cry your worſhips mercy hartily; I beſeech your worſhips name. Cob. Cobweb. Bot. I ſhall deſire you of more acquaintance, good Maſter Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I ſhall make bold with yo
A11989 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
A midsommer nights dreame As it hath beene sundry times publickely acted, by the Right honourable, the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants. Written by William Shakespeare.
[By Richard Bradock] for Thomas Fisher, and are to be soulde at his shoppe, at the signe of the White Hart, in Fleetestreete, Imprinted at London : 1600.
on pressed flowers, dost sleepe: And I will purge thy mortall grossenesse so, That thou shalt, like an ayery spirit, goe. Pease-blossome, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustard-seede? Enter foure Fairyes. Fairies. Readie: and I, and I, and I. Where shall we goe? Tita. Be kinde and curteous to this gentleman, Hop in his walkes, and gambole in his eyes, Feede him with Apricocks, and Dewberries, With purple Grapes, greene figges, and Mulberries, The hony bagges steale from the humble Bees, And for night tapers, croppe their waxen thighes, And light them at the fiery Glowe-wormes eyes, To haue my loue to bedde, and to arise, And pluck the wings, from painted Butterflies, To fanne the Moone-beames from his sleeping eyes, Nod to him Elues, and doe him curtesies. 1. Fai. Haile mortall, haile. 2. Fai. Haile. 3. Fai. Haile. Bot. I cry your worships mercy, hartily: I beseech your worshippes name. Cob. Cobwebbe. Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good master Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bolde w
A42746 Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724. Moyle, Walter, 1672-1721. Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
Miscellaneous letters and essays on several subjects philosophical, moral, historical, critical, amorous, &c., in prose and verse : directed to John Dryden, Esq., the Honourable Geo. Granvill, Esq., Walter Moile, Esq., Mr. Dennis, Mr. Congreve, and other eminent men of th' age / by several gentlemen and ladies.
Printed for Benjamin Bragg ..., London : 1694.
re, and have been on the Stage in our Memory, which may give some sample of the Poetry, Thought, and Expression of Shakespear. The first is in the Midsummer Nights Dream, now acted under the name of the Fairy Queen. Act the Third, T nia speaks thus, Titan: Be kind and courteous to this Gentleman. Hop in his Walks, and Gambol in his Eyes, Feed him with Apricocks and Dewberrys, With purple Grapes, green Figgs and Mulberrys, The Hony Baggs steal from the Humble Bees; And for Night Tapers crop their waxen Thighs, And light them at the fiery Glow-worms Eyes; To have my Love to Bed and to Arise. And pluck the Wings from painted Butter-flyes, To fan the Moon Beams from his sleeping Eyes. Nod to him Elves, and do him Courtesies. is not this extreamly poetical and fine? The next I shall take from the 2d. Scene of Richard the Second. York. Then as I said the Duke (great Bullingrbook) Mounted upon a hot and fiery Steed, Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know, With slow but sta
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
ingbrooke. Whil'ſt he, from one ſide to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower then his proud Steeds necke, Beſpake them thus: I thanke you Countrimen: And thus ſtill doing, thus he paſt along. Dutch. Alas poore Richard, where rides he the whilſt? Yorke. As in a Theater, the eyes of men After a well grac'd Actor leaues the Stage, Are idlely bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: Euen ſo, or with much more contempt, mens eyes Did ſcowle on Richard: no man cride, God ſaue him: No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home, But duſt was throwne vpon his Sacred head, Which with ſuch gentle ſorrow he ſhooke off, His face ſtill combating with teares and ſmiles (The badges of his greefe and patience) That had not God (for ſome ſtrong purpoſe) ſteel'd The hearts of men, they muſt perforce haue melted, And Barbariſme it ſelfe haue pittied him. But heauen hath a hand in theſe euents, To whoſe high will we bound our calme contents. T
A36704 Dryden, John, 1631-1700. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Troilus and Cressida.
Troilus and Cressida, or, Truth found too late a tragedy, as it is acted at the Dukes Theatre : to which is prefix'd, a preface containing the grounds of criticism in tragedy / written by John Dryden ...
Printed for Able Swall ..., and Jacob Tonson ..., London : 1679.
unate Vsurper passing through the croud, and follow'd by the shouts and acclamations of the people; and now behold King Richard entring upon the Scene: consider the wretchedness of his condition, and his carriage in it; and refrain from pitty if you can. As in a Theatre, the eyes of men After a well-grac'd Actor leaves the Stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: Even so, or with much more contempt, mens eyes▪ Did scowl on Richard: no man cry'd God save him: No joyful tongue gave him His welcom home, But dust was thrown upon his Sacred head, Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles (The badges of his grief and patience) That had not God (for some strong purpose) The hearts of men, they must And Barbarism it self have To speak justly of this whole matter; that is discommended, expression in its proper place; but 'tis a false measure of all these, so
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
Emperours Sonnes: Be Candidatus then, and put it on, And helpe to ſet a head on headleſſe Rome. Tit. A better head her Glorious body fits, Then his that ſhakes for age and feebleneſſe: What ſhould I d'on this Robe and trouble you, Be choſen with proclamations to day, To morrow yeeld vp rule, reſigne my life, And ſet abroad new buſineſſe for you all▪ Rome I haue bene thy Souldier forty yeares, And led my Countries ſtrength ſucceſſefully, And buried one and twenty Valiant Sonnes, Knighted in Field, ſlaine manfully in Armes, In right and Seruice of their Noble Countrie: Giue me a ſtaffe of Honour for mine age, But not a Scepter to controule the world, Vpright he held it Lords, that held it laſt. Mar. Titus, thou ſhalt obtaine and aske the Emperie. Sat. Proud and ambitious Tribune can'ſt thou tell? Titus. Patience Prince Saturninus. Sat. Romaines do me right. Patricians draw your Swords, and ſheath them not Till Saturninus be Romes Emperour: Andro
A12017 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The most lamentable Romaine tragedie of Titus Andronicus As it was plaide by the right honourable the Earle of Darbie, Earl of Pembrooke, and Earl of Sussex their seruants.; Titus Andronicus
Printed by Iohn Danter, and are to be sold by Edward White & Thomas Millington, at the little North doore of Paules at the signe of the Gunne, London : 1594.
Emperours sonnes: Be Candidatus then and put it on, And helpe to set a head on headles Roome. Titus. A better head her glorious bodie fits, Than his that shakes for age and feeblenes: VVhat should I don this Roabe and trouble you? Be chosen with Proclamations to daie, To morrow yeeld vp rule, resigne my life, And set abroad new busines for you all. Roome I haue beene thy souldier fortie yeares, And led my Countries strength succesfullie, And buried one and twentie valiant sonnes Knighted in Field, slaine manfullie in Armes, In right and seruice of their Noble Countrie: Giue me a staffe of Honour for mine age, But not a scepter to controwle the world, Vpright he held it Lords that held it last Marcus. Titus thou shalt obtaine & aske the Emperie. Saturni. Proud and ambitious Tribune canst thou tell. Titus. Patience Prince Saturninus. Saturninus. Romaines doe me right. Patricians draw your swords and sheath them not, Till Saturninus be Romes Em
A59525 Ravenscroft, Edward, 1654?-1707. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Titus Andronicus.
Titus Andronicus, or, The rape of Lavinia acted at the Theatre Royall : a tragedy, alter'd from Mr. Shakespears works / by Mr. Edw. Ravenscroft.
Printed by J.B. for J. Hindmarsh ..., London : 1687.
urs Sons Then stand a Candidate, and put it on, And help to set a head on headless Rome. Titus. A better head her glorious body fits, Then this that shakes with Age and feebleness; Wherefore should I assume this Robe and trouble you, Be chosen with Acclamations to day, To morrow yield up Rule, resign my Life, And set abroad new business for you all. Rome I have been thy Souldier forty years, And led my Countrys strength successfully, And Bury'd one and twenty Valiant Sons— Knighted in Field, slain manfully in Arms, In right and service of their Noble Country: Give me a Staff of Honour for my Age, But not a Scepter to controul the World. Upright he held it Lords that held it last. Marcus. Thou shalt ask the Empire and shalt obtain it. Saturn. Proud and Ambitious Tribune canst thou tell— Titus. Patience Prince Saturninus. Saturn. Romans do me right. Patricians draw you Swords, and sheath them not 'Till Saturninus be Romes Emperour
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A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
and be thy Love. Another of the same Nature. COme live with me and be my deare, And we will revill all the yeare, In plaines and groves, on hills and dales, Where fragrant ayre breeds sweetest gales. There shall you have the beautious Pine, The Ceder and the spreading Vine, And all the woods to be a skrene, Least Phoebus kisse my Summers Queene. The seat for your disport shall be, Over some River in a Tree, Where silver sands, and pebbles sing, Eternall ditties with the Spring. There shall you see the Nymphs at play, And how the Satyres spend the day, The fishes gliding on the sands, Offring their bellies to your hands. The Birds with heavenly tuned throates, Possesse woods Ecchoes with sweet notes, Which to your sences will impart, A musique to inflame the heart. Vpon the bare and leafelesse Oake, The Ring-Doves w ing will provoke, A colder blood then you possesse, To play with me and doe no lesse. In bowers of Lawrell trimly dight, We wil
A16273unknown? Bodenham, John, fl. 1600, attrib. name. N. L. (Nicholas Ling), fl. 1580-1607, attrib. name. A. B., fl. 1600, attrib. name.
Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam.
Printed by I. R[oberts] for Iohn Flasket, and are to be sold in Paules Church-yard, at the signe of the Beare, At London : 1600.
¶ Another of the same nature, made since. COme liue with mee, and be my deere, And we will reuell all the yeere, In plaines and groaues, on hills and dales: Where fragrant ayre breedes sweetest gales. There shall you haue the beauteous Pine, The Cedar, and the spreading Vine, And all the woods to be a Skreene: Least Phoebus kisse my Sommers Queene. The seate for your disport shall be Ouer some Riuer in a tree, Where siluer sands, and pebbles sing, Eternall ditties with the spring. There shall you see the Nimphs at play, And how the Satires spend the day, The fishes gliding on the sands: Offering their bellies to your hands. The birds with heauenly tuned throates, Possesse vvoods Ecchoes with sweet noates, Which to your sences will impart, A musique to enflame the hart. Vpon the bare and leafe-lesse Oake, The Ring-Doues wooings will prouoke A colder blood then you possesse, To play with me and doo no lesse. In bowers of Laurell trimly dight, We w
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A12035 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
Lucrece; Rape of Lucrece
Printed by Richard Field, for Iohn Harrison, and are to be sold at the signe of the white Greyhound in Paules Churh-yard [sic], London : 1594.
canopied in darkenesse sweetly lay, Till they might open to adorne the day. Her haire like goldē threeds playd with her breath, O modest wantons, wanton modestie! Showing lifes triumph in the map of death, And deaths dim looke in lifes mortalitie. Ech in her sleepe themselues so beautifie, As if betweene them twaine there were no strife, But that life liu'd in death, and death in life. Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew, A paire of maiden worlds vnconquered, Saue of their Lord, no bearing yoke they knew, And him by oath they truely honored. These worlds in TARQVIN new ambition bred, VVho like a fowle vsurper went about, From this faire throne to heaue the owner out. VVhat could he see but mightily he noted? VVhat did he note, but strongly he desired? VVhat he beheld, on that he firmely doted, And in his will his wilfull eye he tyred. VVith more then admiration he admired Her azure vaines, her alablaster skinne, He
A16884 Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes], Imprinted at London : 1600.
anopied in darknes, ſweetly lay, Till they might open to adorne the day. Her haire like golden threds, playd with her breath, (O modeſt wantons, wanton modeſtie) Shewing lifes tryumph in the Map of death, And deaths dim lookes in lifes mortalitie: Each in her ſleepe themſelues ſo beautifie As if betweene them twaine there were no ſtrife, But that life liu'd in death, and death in life. Her breaſts like Iuory globes circled with blew, A payre of mayden worlds vnconquered, Saue of theyr Lord, no bearing yoke they knew, And him by oath they truly honoured: Theſe worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred: vvho like a foule vſurper went about From this faire throne to heaue the owner out. W. Shakespeare. Starres fall to fetch freſh light from her rich eyes, Her bright brow driues the ſunne to clowdes beneath, Her haires reflexe, with red ſtrakes paint the skies, Sweet morne and euening dew falls from her breath. T. Naſh. Fayrer then Iſaa
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A11989 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
A midsommer nights dreame As it hath beene sundry times publickely acted, by the Right honourable, the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants. Written by William Shakespeare.
[By Richard Bradock] for Thomas Fisher, and are to be soulde at his shoppe, at the signe of the White Hart, in Fleetestreete, Imprinted at London : 1600.
I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence. Loue, therefore, and tong-tide simplicity, In least, speake most, to my capacity. Philost. So please your Grace, the Prologue is addrest. Duk. Let him approach. Enter the Prologue. Pro. If wee offend, it is with our good will. That you should thinke, we come not to offend, But with good will. To shew our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end. Consider then, we come but in despight. We doe not come, as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight, Wee are not here. That you should here repent you, The Actors are at hand: and, by their showe, You shall know all, that you are like to knowe▪ The. This fellow doth not stand vpon points. Lys. He hath rid his Prologue, like a rough Colte: hee knowes not the stoppe. A good morall my Lord. It is not enough to speake; but to speake true. Hyp. Indeed he hath plaid on this Prologue, like a child
A59309 Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695. Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Midsummer night's dream.
The fairy-queen an opera : represented at the Queen's-Theatre by Their Majesties servants.; Fairy queen. Libretto
Printed for Jacob Tonson ..., London : 1692.
ows have we ſwagg'ring here, So near the Grotto of the Fairy-Queen? Qu. Now every Man retire, and enter according to his Cue. Prologue, ſtand ready, you begin. Ro. What, a Play toward? I'll be an Auditor; An Actor too, perhaps, as I ſee cauſe. Enter Prologue. Pro. If we offend, it is with our good Will That you ſhould think we come not to offend: But with good will to ſhew our ſimple Skill, That is the true beginning of our end. Conſider then we come but in deſpight; We do not come as minding to content you. Our true intent is all for your delight: We are not here that you ſhould here repent you. The Actors are at hand, and by their ſhow, You ſhall know all that you are like to know. Bo. He has rid his Prologue like a rough Colt, he knows no ſtop; 'Tis not enough to ſpeak, but to ſpeak true. Enter Wall. Wall. In this ſame Interlude it doth befal, That I, Starveling (by name) preſent a Wall: And ſuch a Wall as I would have you thi
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
e the Limbes: Like Wrath in death, and Enuy afterwards: For Antony, is but a Limbe of Caeſar. Let's be Sacrificers, but not Butchers Caius: We all ſtand vp againſt the ſpirit of Caeſar, And in the Spirit of men, there is no blood: O that we then could come by Caeſars Spirit, And not diſmember Caeſar! But (alas) Caeſar muſt bleed for it. And gentle Friends, Let's kill him Boldly, but not Wrathfully: Let's carue him, as a Diſh fit for the Gods, Not hew him as a Carkaſſe fit for Hounds: And let our Hearts, as ſubtle Maſters do, Stirre vp their Seruants to an acte of Rage, And after ſeeme to chide 'em. This ſhall make Our purpoſe Neceſſary, and not Enuious. Which ſo appearing to the common eyes, We ſhall be call'd Purgers, not Murderers. And for Marke Antony, thinke not of him: For he can do no more then Caeſars Arme, When Caeſars head is off. Caſ. Yet I feare him, For in the ingrafted loue he beares
A58022 Rymer, Thomas, 1641-1713.
A short view of tragedy it's original, excellency and corruption : with some reflections on Shakespear and other practitioners for the stage / by Mr. Rymer ...
Printed and are to be sold by Richard Baldwin ..., London : 1693.
nd then ack the Limbs, Like wrath in death, and envy afte wards; For Antony i but a Limb of Caesar: Let's be Sacrificers, but not Butchers, Caius, We all stand up a ainst the Spirit of Caesar, And in the Spir of there is no blood; O that we then cou'd come by Caesars Spirit, And not dismember Caesar; but, alas! Caesar must bleed for it. And gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully▪ Let's carve him, as a dish fit for the Gods, Not hew him, as a Carkass fit for Hounds. And let our Hearts, as subtle Masters do, Stir up their Servants to an act of rage, And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make Our purpose necessary, and not enviou : Which so appearing to the common eyes, We shall be call'd Purgers, not murderers. And for Mark Antony think not of him: For he can do no more than Caesars arm, When Caesars head is off. In these two speeches we have the true character of Brutus, accor
A59497 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
Julius Cæsar a tragedy : as it is now acted at the Theatre Royal / written by William Shakespeare.; Julius Caesar
Printed by H.H., Jun., for Hen. Heringman and R. Bentley ... and sold by Joseph Knight and Francis Saunders ..., London : 1684.
ack the Limbs: Like Wrath in Death, and Envy, afterwards: For Antony is but a Limb of Caeſar. Let's be Sacrificers, but not Butchers, Caius: We all ſtand up againſt the Spirit of Caeſar, And in the Spirit of Men there is no Blood: O that we then could come by Caeſar's Spirit, And not diſmember Caeſar! But (alas!) Caeſar muſt bleed for it. And gentle Friends, Let's kill him Boldly, but not Wrathfully: Let's carve him, as a Diſh fit for the Gods, Not hew him as a Carkaſs fit for Hounds; And let our Hearts, as ſubtle Maſters do, Stir up their Servants to an act of Rage, And after ſeem to chide 'em. This ſhall make Our Purpoſe neceſſary, and not envious. Which ſo appearing to the common Eyes, We ſhall be call'd Purgers, not Murderers. And for Mark Antony, think not of him: For he can do no more than Caeſar's arm, When Caeſar's Head is off. Caſ. Yet I fear him, For in the ingrafted Love he bears to
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
ratling tongue Of ſaucy and audacious eloquence. Loue therefore, and tongue-tide ſimplicity, In leaſt, ſpeake moſt, to my capacity. Egeus. So pleaſe your Grace, the Prologue is addreſt. Duke. Let him approach. Flor. Trum. Enter the Prologue. Quince. Pro. If we offend, it is with our good will. That you ſhould thinke, we come not to offend, But with good will. To ſhew our ſimple skill, That is the true beginning of our end. Conſider then, we come but in deſpight. We do not come, as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight, We are not heere. That you ſhould here repent you, The Actors are at hand; and by their ſhow, You ſhall know all, that you are like to know. Theſ. This fellow doth not ſtand vpon points. Lyſ. He hath rid his Prologue, like a rough Colt: he knowes not the ſtop. A good morall my Lord. It is not enough to ſpeake, but to ſpeake true. Hip. Indeed hee hath plaid on his Prologue, like a childe o
A11989 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
A midsommer nights dreame As it hath beene sundry times publickely acted, by the Right honourable, the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants. Written by William Shakespeare.
[By Richard Bradock] for Thomas Fisher, and are to be soulde at his shoppe, at the signe of the White Hart, in Fleetestreete, Imprinted at London : 1600.
much, as from the rattling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence. Loue, therefore, and tong-tide simplicity, In least, speake most, to my capacity. Philost. So please your Grace, the Prologue is addrest. Duk. Let him approach. Enter the Prologue. Pro. If wee offend, it is with our good will. That you should thinke, we come not to offend, But with good will. To shew our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end. Consider then, we come but in despight. We doe not come, as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight, Wee are not here. That you should here repent you, The Actors are at hand: and, by their showe, You shall know all, that you are like to knowe▪ The. This fellow doth not stand vpon points. Lys. He hath rid his Prologue, like a rough Colte: hee knowes not the stoppe. A good morall my Lord. It is not enough to speake; but to speake true. Hyp. Indeed he hath plaid on this Prologue, like a child
A59309 Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695. Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Midsummer night's dream.
The fairy-queen an opera : represented at the Queen's-Theatre by Their Majesties servants.; Fairy queen. Libretto
Printed for Jacob Tonson ..., London : 1692.
e ſwagg'ring here, So near the Grotto of the Fairy-Queen? Qu. Now every Man retire, and enter according to his Cue. Prologue, ſtand ready, you begin. Ro. What, a Play toward? I'll be an Auditor; An Actor too, perhaps, as I ſee cauſe. Enter Prologue. Pro. If we offend, it is with our good Will That you ſhould think we come not to offend: But with good will to ſhew our ſimple Skill, That is the true beginning of our end. Conſider then we come but in deſpight; We do not come as minding to content you. Our true intent is all for your delight: We are not here that you ſhould here repent you. The Actors are at hand, and by their ſhow, You ſhall know all that you are like to know. Bo. He has rid his Prologue like a rough Colt, he knows no ſtop; 'Tis not enough to ſpeak, but to ſpeak true. Enter Wall. Wall. In this ſame Interlude it doth befal, That I, Starveling (by name) preſent a Wall: And ſuch a Wall as I would have you thi
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
in nothing? Falst. I would your Grace would take me with you: whom meanes your Grace? Prince. That villanous abhominable mis-leader of Youth, Falstaffe, that old white-bearded Sathan. Falst. My Lord, the man I know. Prince. I know thou do'ſt. Falst. But to ſay, I know more harme in him then in my ſelfe, were to ſay more then I know. That hee is olde (the more the pittie) his white hayres doe witneſſe it: but that hee is (ſauing your reuerence) a Whore-maſter, that I vtterly deny. If Sacke and Sugar bee a fault, Heauen helpe the Wicked: if to be olde and merry, be a ſinne, then many an olde Hoſte that I know, is damn'd: if to be fat, be to be hated, then Pharaohs leane Kine are to be loued. No, my good Lord, baniſh Peto, baniſh Bardolph, baniſh Poines: but for ſweete Iacke Falstaffe, kinde Iacke Falstaffe, true Iacke Falstaffe, valiant Iacke Falſtaffe, and therefore more valiant, being as hee is olde Iack Falstaffe, baniſh not him thy Ha
A66801unknown? Kirkman, Francis, 1632-ca. 1680. Cox, Robert, d. 1655. Actæon and Diana.
The Wits, or, Sport upon sport. Part I in select pieces of drollery, digested into scenes by way of dialogue : together with variety of humors of several nations, fitted for the pleasure and content of all persons, either in court, city, countrey, or camp : the like never before published.
Printed for Henry Marsh ..., London : 1662.
orthy but in nothing? Iack. I would your grace would take me with you: who meanes your grace? Prince. That villanous abominable misleader of youth, Falstaff, that old white bearded satan. Iack. My Lord the man I know. Prince. I know thou dost. Iack. But to say I know more harme in him then in my selfe, were to say more then I know; that he is old, (the more the pitty;) his white haires do witness it: but that he is (saving your reverence) a whoremaster, that I utter ly deny; if Sack and Sugar be a fault, Heaven help the wicked: if to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old Host that I know is damn'd; if to be fat, be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean Kine are to be belov'd my good Lord: Banish Peto, banish Bardol, banish Poynes; but for sweet Iack Falstaff, kind Iack Falstaff, true Iack Falstaff, valiant Iack Falstaff; and therefore more valiant, being as he is old Iack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company; bani
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A12017 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The most lamentable Romaine tragedie of Titus Andronicus As it was plaide by the right honourable the Earle of Darbie, Earl of Pembrooke, and Earl of Sussex their seruants.; Titus Andronicus
Printed by Iohn Danter, and are to be sold by Edward White & Thomas Millington, at the little North doore of Paules at the signe of the Gunne, London : 1594.
ce in vaine. Come, come sweete Emperour, (come Andronicus:) Take vp this good old man, and cheare the hart, That dies in tempest of thy angrie frowne. Saturnine. Rise Titus rise, my Empresse hath preuaild Titus. I thanke your Maiesti , and her my Lord, These words, these looks, infuse new life in me. Tamora. Titus I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happilie, And must aduise the Emperour for his good, This day all quarrels die Andronicus. And let it be mine honour good my Lord, That I haue reconciled your friends and you. For you Prince Bassianus I haue past My word and promise to the Emperour, That you will be more milde and tractable. And feare not Lords, and you Lauinia, By my aduise all humbled on your knees, You shall aske pardon of his Maiestie. VVee doo, and vowe to Heauen and to his Highnes, That what wee did, was mi d ie as we might, Tendring our sisters honour an
A59525 Ravenscroft, Edward, 1654?-1707. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Titus Andronicus.
Titus Andronicus, or, The rape of Lavinia acted at the Theatre Royall : a tragedy, alter'd from Mr. Shakespears works / by Mr. Edw. Ravenscroft.
Printed by J.B. for J. Hindmarsh ..., London : 1687.
ronicus! Take up the dear Old man and cheer his Heart That sinks in Tempest of your angry frown. Bassia. Feign'd as I Live! Abstract of Woman and of Devil. Emp. Rise, Titus, Rise, my Empress has prevail'd. Titus. I thank you Sir, Most heartily I do; These words, these looks infuse new Life in me. Tamora. Titus, I am incorporate in Rome, A Roman now adopted happily, And must advise the Emperour for his good. This day all Quarrells dye, Andronicus. And let it be my honour, good my Lord, That I have reconcil'd your Friends and you. For you Prince Bassianus I have pass'd My word and promise to the Emperour▪ That you will be more mild and temperate: And fear not Lords, and you Lavinia, By my advice all humbled on your Knees, You shall ask pardon of the Emperour. Bassia. Kneel, Kneel, Learn to dissemble all, You have a Woman for your Instructor. Martius. We Kneel, and vow to Heaven and th
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A08625 Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
Loves schoole Publii Ovidii Nasonis de arte amandi, or, The art of loue.; Ars amatoria. English
By Nicolas Iansz. Visscher, Gedruckt tot Amsterdam : [ca. 1625]
Tis not for brauery he doth loue or loath thee, Then vvhy, Pasiphae, dost thou so richly cloth thee▪ Why dost thou thus thy face and lookes prepare, What makst thou with thy glasse ordring thy haire, Vnlesse thy glasse could make thee seeme a Cow, And how can hornes grow on that tender brow? If Minos please thee, no adulterer seeke thee, Or if thy husband Minos do not like thee: But thy lasciuious thoughts are still increast, Deceiue him vvith a man, not vvith a beast. Thus by the Queene the wilde woods are frequented, And leauing the Kings bed she is contented: To vse the groues borne by the rage of mind, Euen as a ship with a full Easterne vvind. How often hath shee vvith an enuious eye, Look'd on the Covv that by her Bull did lie: Saying, oh vvherefore did this Heifer moue, My hearts chiefe Lord, and vrge him to her loue. Behold, hovv she before him ioyfull skips, And proudly ietting on the
A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
Tis not for bravery he can love or loath thee, Then why Pasiphae dost thou richly cloth thee? Why shouldst thou thus thy face and lookes prepare? What makest thou with thy glasse ordering thy haire? Vnlesse thy glasse could make thee seeme a Cow, But how can hornes grow on that tender brow? If Mynos please thee, no Adulterer se ke thee, Or if thy husband Mynos doe not like thee, But thy lascivious thoughts are still increas'd, Deceive him with a man, not with a beast: Thus by the Queene the wilde Woods are frequented, And leaving the Kings bed, she is contented To use the Groves, borne by the rage of minde, Even as a ship with a full Easterne winde: Some of these Strumpet-Heyfers the Queene slew, Her smoaking Altars their warme bloods imbrew, Whilst by the sacrificing Priest she stands, And gripes their trembling entrailes in her hands; At length, the Captaine of the Heard beguil'd, With a Cowes
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
rtune takes: Patience, her Iniury a mock'ry makes. The rob'd that ſmiles, ſteales ſomething from the Thiefe, He robs himſelfe, that ſpends a booteleſſe griefe. Bra. So let the Turke of Cyprus vs beguile, We looſe it not ſo long as we can ſmile: He beares the Sentence well, that nothing beares, But the free comfort which from thence he heares. But he beares both the Sentence, and the ſorrow, That to pay griefe, muſt of poore Patience borrow. Theſe Sentences, to Sugar, or to Gall, Being ſtrong on both ſides, are Equiuocall. But words are words, I neuer yet did heare: That the bruized heart was pierc'd through the eare . I humbly beſeech you proceed to th' Affaires of State. Duke. The Turke with a moſt mighty Preparation makes for Cyprus: Othello, the Fortitude of the place is beſt knowne to you. And though we haue there a Subſtitute of moſt allowed ſufficiencie; yet
A11992 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The tragœdy of Othello, the Moore of Venice As it hath beene diuerse times acted at the Globe, and at the Black-Friers, by his Maiesties Seruants. Written by VVilliam Shakespeare.; Othello
Printed by N[icholas] O[kes] for Thomas Walkley, and are to be sold at his shop, at the Eagle and Child, in Brittans Bursse, London : 1622.
ortune takes, Patience her iniury a mockery makes. The rob'd that smiles, steales something from the thiefe, He robs himselfe, that spends a bootelesse griefe. Bra. So let the Turke, of Cypres vs beguile, We lose it not so long as we can smile; He beares the sentence well that nothing beares, But the free comfort, which from thence he heares: But he beares both the sentence and the sorrow, That to pay griefe, must of poore patience borrow. These sentences to sugar, or to gall, Being strong on both sides, are equiuocall: But words are words, I neuer yet did heare, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the are: Beseech you now, to the affaires of the state. Du. The Turke with most mighty preparation makes for Cipre : Othell , the fortitude of the place, is best knowne to you, and tho we haue there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a sou
A58022 Rymer, Thomas, 1641-1713.
A short view of tragedy it's original, excellency and corruption : with some reflections on Shakespear and other practitioners for the stage / by Mr. Rymer ...
Printed and are to be sold by Richard Baldwin ..., London : 1693.
be preserv'd wh n ortune , Patience her injury a Mocker m kes. The rob'd that smiles, steals something rom a Thief, He robs himself, that sp nds an hopeless grief▪ Bra. So let the Turk of Cypru us beguile We lose it not so long as we can smile▪ He ears the sentence well, that nothing bears But the free comfort which from thence he hears, But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, That to pay grief must of poor patience borrow: These Sentences to Sugar, or to Gall, Being strong on both sides are equivocal. But words are words▪ I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd Heart was pierced through the Ear. Beseech you now to the a airs of State. How far wou'd the Queen of Sheba have travell'd to hear the Wisdom of our Noble Venetians? or is not our Rehe rsal▪ Brentford a Venetian Colony, for methinks their talk is the very same? What says Prince Volsci
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
. The inobled Queene? Pol. That's good: Inobled Queene is good. 1. Play. Run bare-foot vp and downe, Threatning the flame With Biſſon Rheume: A clout about that head, Where late the Diadem ſtood, and for a Robe About her lanke and all ore-teamed Lomes, A blanket in th' Alarum of feare caught vp. Who this had ſeene, with tongue in Venome ſteep'd, 'Gainſt Fortunes State, would Treaſon haue pronounc'd? But if the Gods themſelues did ſee her then, When ſhe ſaw Pyrrhus make malicious ſport In mincing with his Sword her Husbands limbes, The inſtant Burſt of Clamour that ſhe made (Vnleſſe things mortall moue them not at all) Would haue made milche the Burning eyes of Heauen, And paſſion in the Gods. Pol. Looke where he ha's not turn'd his colour, and ha's teares in's eyes. Pray you no more. Ham. 'I is well, Ile haue thee ſpeake out the reſt, ſoone. G
A36704 Dryden, John, 1631-1700. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Troilus and Cressida.
Troilus and Cressida, or, Truth found too late a tragedy, as it is acted at the Dukes Theatre : to which is prefix'd, a preface containing the grounds of criticism in tragedy / written by John Dryden ...
Printed for Able Swall ..., and Jacob Tonson ..., London : 1679.
after, speaking of Hecuba, when Priam was kill'd before her eyes: The mobbled Queen ran up and down, Threatning the flame with bisson rheum: a clout about that head, Where late the Diadem stood; and for a Robe About her lank and all or'e-teemed loyns, A blanket in th' alarm of fear caught up. Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd 'Gainst Fortune's state would Treason have pronounc'd; But if the Gods themselves did see her then, When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In mincing with his sword her Husband's Limbs, The instant burst of clamor that she made (Unless things mortal meant them not at all) Would have made milch the burning eyes of Heav'n, And passion in the Gods. What a pudder is here kept in raising the expression of triffling thoughts. Would not a man have thought that the Poet had been bound Prentice to a Wheel-
A59527 D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Hamlet.
The tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark as it is now acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theatre / by William Shakespeare.
Printed by Andr. Clark for J. Martyn and H. Herringman ..., London : 1676.
. Pla. But who alas had ſeen the mobled Queen. Ham. The mobled Queen! Pol. That's good. Play Run bare-foot up and down, threatning the flames, A clout upon that head Where late the Diadem ſtood, and for a robe, About her lank and all o're-teamed loyns, A blanket in the alarm of fear caught up. Who this had ſeen, with tongue in venome ſteept, 'Gainſt fortunes ſtate would Treaſon have pronounc'd: "But if the gods themſelves did ſee her then, "When ſhe ſaw Pyrrhus make malicious ſport "In mincing with his ſword her husbands limbs, "The inſtant burſt of clamour that ſhe made, "Unleſs things mortal move them not at all, "Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven, "And paſſion in the gods. Pol. Look where he has not turned his colour, and has tears in's eyes: prethee no more. Ham. 'Tis well, I'll have thee ſpeak out the reſt of this ſoon.
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
fe, Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with ſighes, In an odde Angle of the Iſle, and ſitting His armes in this ſad knot. Pro. Of the Kings ſhip, The Marriners, ſay how thou haſt diſpoſd, And all the reſt o' th' Fleete? Ar. Safely in harbour Is the Kings ſhippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once Thou calldſt me vp at midnight to fetch dewe From the ſtill-vext Bermoothes, there ſhe's hid; The Marriners all vnder hatches ſtowed, Who, with a Charme ioynd to their ſuffred labour I haue left aſleep: and for the reſt o' th' Fleet (Which I diſpers'd) they all haue met againe, And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote Bound ſadly home for Naples, Suppoſing that they ſaw the Kings ſhip wrackt, And his great perſon periſh. Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke: What is the time o' th' day? Ar. Paſt the mid ſeaſon. Pro. At leaſ
A59520 Dryden, John, 1631-1700. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Tempest. D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.
The tempest, or, The enchanted island a comedy, as it is now acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theatre.
Printed by J.M. for Henry Herringman ..., London : 1670.
e left warming the air with sighs, in an odde angle of the Isle, and sitting, his arms he folded in this sad knot. Prosp. Say how thou hast dispos'd the Mariners of the Duke's Ship, and all the rest of the Fleet. Ariel. Safely in Harbour Is the Duke's Ship, in the deep Nook, where once thou call'dst Me up at midnight to fetch Dew from the Still vext Bermoothes, there she's hid, The Mariners all under hatches stow'd, Whom, with a charm, join'd to their suffer'd labour, I have left asleep, and for the rest o'th' Fleet (Which I disperst) they all have met again, And are upon the Mediterranean Float, Bound sadly home for Italy; Supposing that they saw the Duke's Ship wrackt, And his great person perish. Prosp. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd, but there's more work: What is the time o'th' day? Ariel. Past the mid-season. Prosp. At le
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
w find out, to hide thee from this open and apparant ſhame? Poines. Come, let's heare Iacke: What tricke haſt thou now? Fal. I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why heare ye my Maſters, was it for me to kill the Heire apparant? Should I turne vpon the true Prince? Why, thou knoweſt I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware Inſtinct, the Lion will not touch the true Prince: Inſtinct is a great matter. I was a Coward on Inſtinct: I ſhall thinke the better of my ſelfe, and thee, during my life: I, for a valiant Lion, and thou for a true Prince. But Lads, I am glad you haue the Mony. Hoſteſſe, clap to the doores: watch to night, pray to morrow. Gallants, Lads, Boyes, Harts of Gold, all the good Titles of Fellowſhip come to you. What, ſhall we be merry? ſhall we haue a Play extempory. Prin. Conte
A59501 Betterton, Thomas, 1635?-1710. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Henry IV. Part 1.
K. Henry IV with the humours of Sir John Falstaff : a tragi-comedy as it is acted at the theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields by His Majesty's servants : revived with alterations / written originally by Mr. Shakespear.
Printed for R.W. and sold by John Deeve ..., London : 1700.
ou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent ſhame? Poin. Come, let's hear Jack: What trick haſt thou now? Falſt. I knew ye, as well as he that made ye. Why hear ye my Maſters, was it for me to kill the Heir apparent? Should I turn upon the true Prince? Why, thou knoweſt I am as valiant as Hercules: but be ware inſtinct, the Lion will not touch the true Prince: Inſtinct is a great matter. I was a Coward on Inſtinct: I ſhall think the better of my ſelf, and thee, during my life: I, for a valiant Lion, and thou for a true Prince. But Lads, I am glad you have the Money: Hoſteſs, clap to the doors: watch to Night, pray to Morrow. Gallants, Lads, Boys, Hearts of Gold, all the good Titles of Fellowſhip come to you. What, ſhall we be merry? ſhall we have a Play extempore. Prin. Conten
A66801unknown? Kirkman, Francis, 1632-ca. 1680. Cox, Robert, d. 1655. Actæon and Diana.
The Wits, or, Sport upon sport. Part I in select pieces of drollery, digested into scenes by way of dialogue : together with variety of humors of several nations, fitted for the pleasure and content of all persons, either in court, city, countrey, or camp : the like never before published.
Printed for Henry Marsh ..., London : 1662.
ind out to hid thee from this open and apparent shame? Poynes. Come lets hear Iack, what trick hast thou now? Iack. By the Lord I knew ye as well as he that made ye, why hear you Masters, was it for me to kill the heire apparant? should I turn up in the true Prince? why thou know'st I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct, the Lyon will not touch the true Prince. Instinct is a great matter, I was a Coward on instinct; I shall think the better of my selfe, and thee during my life; I for a valiant Lyon, and thou for a true Prince: but by the Lord Lads, I am glad you have the money, Hostesse clap to the doores, watch to night, pray tomorrow, what hearts of Gold shall we be merry? shall we have a Play ex tempore. Prince. Content and the argument shall be thy runing away. Iack. O no
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A11992 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The tragœdy of Othello, the Moore of Venice As it hath beene diuerse times acted at the Globe, and at the Black-Friers, by his Maiesties Seruants. Written by VVilliam Shakespeare.; Othello
Printed by N[icholas] O[kes] for Thomas Walkley, and are to be sold at his shop, at the Eagle and Child, in Brittans Bursse, London : 1622.
to heare this. Oth. I had bin happy if the generall Campe, Pyoners, and all, had tasted her sw ete body, So I had nothing knowne: O now for euer Farewell the anquile mind, farewell content: Farewell the plumed troope, and the big warres. That makes ambition vertue: O farewell, Farewell the neighing Steed, and the shri l Trumpe, The spirit-stirring Drumme, the eare-peircing Fife; The royall Banner, and all quality, Pride, pompe, and circumstance of glorious warre. And O ye mortall Engines, whose wide throates, The immortall Ioues great clamor counterfeit; Farewell, Othello's Occupation's gone. Iag. Ist possible my Lord? Oth. Villaine, be sure thou proue my Loue a whore, Be sure of it, giue me the oculer proofe, Or by the worth of mans eternall soule, Thou hadst bin better haue beene borne
A58022 Rymer, Thomas, 1641-1713.
A short view of tragedy it's original, excellency and corruption : with some reflections on Shakespear and other practitioners for the stage / by Mr. Rymer ...
Printed and are to be sold by Richard Baldwin ..., London : 1693.
s mine▪ own face— There is not a Monky but understands Nature better; not a Pug in Barbary that has not a truer taste of things. Othel. —O now for ever Farewel the tranquil mind, farewel content; Farewel the plumed troop, and the big Wars, That make Ambition Vertue: O farewel, Farewel the neighing Steed, and the shrill Trump, The spirit stirring Drum, th' ear-piercing Fief, The royal Banner, and all quality, Pride, Pomp, and Circumstance of glorious War, And O ye Mortal Engines, whose wide throats Th'i mortal Joves great clamours counterseit, Farewel, Othello's occupation's gone. These lines are recited here, not for any thing Poetical in them, besides the sound, that pleases. Yet this sort of imagery and ampli ication is extreamly taking, where it is just and natural. As i
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
lie, My fleece of Woolly haire, that now vncurles, Euen as an Adder when ſhe doth vnrowle To do ſome fatall execution? No Madam, theſe are no Veneriall ſignes, Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood, and reuenge, are Hammering in my head. Harke Tamora, the Empreſſe of my Soule, Which neuer hopes more heauen, then reſts in thee, This is the day of Doome for Baſsianus; His Philomel muſt looſe her tongue to day, Thy Sonnes make Pillage of her Chaſtity, And waſh their hands in Baſſianus blood. Seeſt thou this Letter, take it vp I pray thee, And giue the King this fatall plotted Scrowle, Now queſtion me no more, we are eſpied, Heere comes a parcell of our hopefull Booty, Which dreads not yet their liues deſtruction. Enter Baſſianus and Lauinia. Tamo. Ah my ſweet Moore: Sw
A59525 Ravenscroft, Edward, 1654?-1707. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Titus Andronicus.
Titus Andronicus, or, The rape of Lavinia acted at the Theatre Royall : a tragedy, alter'd from Mr. Shakespears works / by Mr. Edw. Ravenscroft.
Printed by J.B. for J. Hindmarsh ..., London : 1687.
elancholly, My fleece of Woolly-Hair that now uncurls, Even as an Adder when she doth unrowle To do some fatal Execution? No, Madam, these are no Venereal Signs▪ Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and Revenge are brooding in my Skull: Heark Tamora, the Empress of my Soul; Which never hopes more Heaven then rests in thee. This is the day of Doom for Bassianus, His Philomell must lose her tongue to day, Thy Sons make pillage of her Chastity, And wash their hands in Bassianus blood▪ Seest thou this Letter? Take it, give 't th' Emperour. This other fatal plotted scrowl Shall draw two more of Titus Sons to ruine. I see thy cheeks gloe with desire of knowledge: But ask no Questions. Tam. I'le only ask one Kiss, To leave a rellish till we meet again. Aron. We are o
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A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
re Iove bestowes, When Iune is past, the fading Rose, For in your beauties Orient deepe, These flowers as in them Causes sleepe. Aske me no more whether doe stray, The golden Atomes of the day, For in pure love heaven did prepare, Those powders to enrich your haire. Aske me no more whether doth haste, The Nightingale when May is past, For in your sweete dividing throate, She winters and keepes warme her note. Aske me no more where those starres light, That downwards fall in dead of night, For in your eyes they sit, and there, Fixed become, as in their Spheare. Aske me no more if East and West, The Phoenixe builds her spiced nest, For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosome dies, FINIS.
A17961 Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639? Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639? Cœlum Britannicum. Jones, Inigo, 1573-1652.
Poems By Thomas Carevv Esquire. One of the gentlemen of the Privie-Chamber, and Sewer in Ordinary to His Majesty.
Printed by I.D. for Thomas Walkley, and are to be sold at the signe of the flying Horse, between Brittains Burse, and York-House, London : 1640.
Iove bestowes, When Iune is past the fading rose: For in your beauties orient deepe, These flowers as in their causes, sleepe. Aske me no more whether doth stray, The golden Atomes of the day: For in pure love heaven did prepare, Those powders to inrich your haire. Aske me no more whether doth hast▪ The Nightingale when May is past: For in your sweet dividing throat, She winters and keepes warme her note, Aske me no more where those starres light, That downewards fall in dead of night: For in your eyes they sit and there, Fixed become as in their sphere. Aske me no more if East or West, The Phenix builds her spicy nest: For vnto you at last shee flies, And in your fragrant bosome dyes. Song. WOuld you know what's soft? I dare, Not bring you to the downe, or aire: Nor to starres to shew what's bri
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
fight, Her yong ones in her Neſt, againſt the Owle: All is the Feare, and nothing is the Loue; As little is the Wiſedome, where the flight So runnes againſt all reaſon. Roſſe. My deereſt Cooz, I pray you ſchoole your ſelfe. But for your Husband, He is Noble, Wiſe, Iudicious, and beſt knowes The fits o' th' Seaſon. I dare not ſpeake much further, But cruell are the times, when we are Traitors And do not know our ſelues: when we hold Rumor From what we feare, yet know not what we feare, But floate vpon a wilde and violent Sea Each way, and moue. I take my leaue of you: Shall not be long but Ile be heere againe: Things at the worſt will ceaſe or elſe climbe vpward, To what they were before. My pretty Coſine, Bleſſing vpon you. Wife. Father'd he is, And yet hee's Father-leſſe. Roſſe. I am ſo m
A59503 D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Macbeth.
Macbeth a tragædy : with all the alterations, amendments, additions, and new songs : as it's now acted at the Dukes Theatre.
Printed for P. Chetwin ..., London : 1674.
leave his Wife and Children in a place From whence himſelf did fly; he loves us not. He wants the natural touch: For the poor Wren (The moſt diminutive of Birds) will with The Ravenous Owl, fight ſtoutly for her young ones. Len. Your Husband, Madam; Is Noble, Wiſe, Judicious, and beſt knows The fits o'th' Seaſon. I dare not ſpeak much further, But cruel are the Times; when we are Traytors, And do not know our ſelves: when we hold Rumor, From what we fear, yet know not what we fear; But float upon a wild and violent Sea. Each way, and more, I take my way of you: 'T ſhall not be long but I'll be here again. Things at the worſt will ceaſe, or elſe climb upwards To what they were before. Heaven protect you. Lady Mad. Farewell Sir. Enter a Woman. Wom. Madam, a Gentleman in haſte deſires
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A11959 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The tragicall historie of Hamlet Prince of Denmarke by William Shake-speare. As it hath beene diuerse times acted by his Highnesse seruants in the cittie of London: as also in the two vniuersities of Cambridge and Oxford, and else-where; Hamlet
Printed [by Valentine Simmes] for N[icholas] L[ing] and Iohn Trundell, At London : 1603.
y. Hor. Stay, speake, speake, by heauen I charge thee speake. Mar. Tis gone and makes no answer. 2. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale, Is not this something more than fantasie? What thinke you on't? Hor. Afore my God, I might not this beleeue, without the sensible and true auouch of my owne eyes. Mar. Is it not like the King? Hor. As thou art to thy selfe, Such was the very armor he had on, When he the ambitious Norway combated. So frownd he once, when in an angry parle He smot the sleaded pollax on the yce, Tis strange. Mar. Thus twice before, and iump at this dead hower, With Marshall stalke he passed through our watch. Hor. In what particular to worke, I know not, But in the thought and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to the state. Mar. Good, now sit downe, and tell me
A59527 D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Hamlet.
The tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark as it is now acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theatre / by William Shakespeare.
Printed by Andr. Clark for J. Martyn and H. Herringman ..., London : 1676.
ks away. Hor. Stay, ſpeak, ſpeak, I charge thee ſpeak. [Exit Ghoſt. Mar. 'Tis gone and will not anſwer. Bar. How now Horatio? you tremble and look pale: Is not this ſomething more than phantaſie? What think you of it? Hora. I could not believe this, Without the ſenſible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Mar, Is it not like the King? Hor. As thou art to thy ſelf: Such was the very armour he had on, When he th' ambitious Norway combated. "So frown'd he once, when in an angry Parle "He ſmote the ſleaded Pollax on the ice. 'Tis ſtrange. Mar. Thus twice before, and at the ſame hour, With martial ſtalk hath he gone by our watch. Hora. In what particular thought to work I know not, But in the ſcope of mine opinion, This bodes ſome ſtrange eruption to our State. Mar. Pray ſit down and tell me he that knows, Why th
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A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
in your three-fold, foure-fold Tombe; To lodge all foure in one bed make a shift, Vntill Dommes-day, for hardly shall a fift Betwixt this day and that by Fate be slaine, For whom your Curtaines may be drawne againe. If your precedencie in death doth barre, A fourth place in your sacred Sepulchre! Vnder this sacred Marble of thy owne, Sleepe rare Tragedian Shakespeare, sleepe alone; Thy unmolested peace in an unshar'd Cave, Possesse as Lord, not Tennant of thy Grave. That unto us, and others it may be, Honour hereafter to be laid by thee. W. B. An Elegie on the death of that famous Writer and Actor, M. William Shakspeare. I Dare not doe thy Memory that wrong, Vnto our larger▪ griefes to give a tongue; Ile onely sigh in earnest, and let fall My solemne teares at thy great Funerall; For
A66698 Winstanley, William, 1628?-1698.
The lives of the most famous English poets, or, The honour of Parnassus in a brief essay of the works and writings of above two hundred of them, from the time of K. William the Conqueror to the reign of His present Majesty, King James II / written by William Winstanley, author of The English worthies ...
Printed by H. Clark for Samuel Manship ..., London : 1687.
For Shakeſpear, in your threefold, fourfold Tomb, To lodge all four in one Bed make a ſhift Until Doomſday; for hardly will a fifth Betwixt his day and that, by Fates be ſlain For whom your Curtains may be drawn again. If your precedency in Death do bar A fourth place in your ſacred Sepulcher, Under this ſacred Marble of thine own, Sleep rare Tragedian Shakeſpear! ſleep alone, Thy unmoleſted Peace in an unſhar'd Cave, Poſſeſs as Lord, not Tenant of thy Grave, That unto us, and others it may be Honour hereafter to be laid by thee. CHRISTOPHER MARLOW. CHriſtopher Marlow was (as we ſaid) not only contemporary with William Shakeſpear, but alſo, like him, roſe from an Actor, to be a maker of Comedies and Tragedies, yet was he much inferior to Shakeſpear, not only in the number of
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
ete they bayed the Beare With hounds of Sparta; neuer did I heare Such gallant chiding. For beſides the groues, The skies, the fountaines, euery region neere, Seeme all one mutuall cry. I neuer heard So muſicall a diſcord, ſuch ſweet thunder. Theſ. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kinde, So flew'd, ſo ſanded, and their heads are hung With eares that ſweepe away the morning dew, Crooke kneed, and dew-lapt, like Theſſalian Buls, Slow in purſuit, but match'd in mouth like bels, Each vnder each. A cry more tuneable Was neuer hallowed to, nor cheer'd with horne, In Creete, in Sparta, nor in Theſſaly; Iudge when you heare. But ſoft, what nimphs are theſe? Egeus. My Lord, this is my daughter heere aſleepe, And this Lyſander, this Demetrius is, This Helena, olde Nedars Helena
A59309 Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695. Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Midsummer night's dream.
The fairy-queen an opera : represented at the Queen's-Theatre by Their Majesties servants.; Fairy queen. Libretto
Printed for Jacob Tonson ..., London : 1692.
the Weſtern Vally. Eg. I mark'd it lately, 'twas a gallant chiding, Beſide the Groves, the Hills, and diſtant Vales, The Skies, the Fountains, every Region near, Seem'd all one mutual cry. I never heard So Muſical a diſcord; ſuch ſweet Thunder. Du. My Hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, ſo ſanded; and their Heads are hung, With Ears that ſweep away the morning dew! Crook-kneed, and Dew-lapt, like Theſſalian Bulls, Slow in purſuit, but match'd in Mouth like Bells, Each under each; a cry more tunable, Was never hollow'd too, nor cheer'd with Horn! Judg when you hear. But ſoft, what Nymphs are theſe? Eg. My Leigh, this is my Daughter here aſleep! And this Lyſander; this Demetrius! This Helena, how came they here together? Du. No doubt, They roſe to grace our
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
ke, great Bullingbrooke, Mounted vpon a hot and fierie Steed, Which his aſpiring Rider ſeem'd to know, With ſlow, but ſtately pace, kept on his courſe: While all tongues cride, God ſaue thee Bullingbrooke. You would haue thought the very windowes ſpake, So many greedy lookes of yong and old, Through Caſements darted their deſiring eyes Vpon his viſage: and that all the walles, With painted Imagery had ſaid at once, Ieſu preſerue thee, welcom Bullingbrooke. Whil'ſt he, from one ſide to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower then his proud Steeds necke, Beſpake them thus: I thanke you Countrimen: And thus ſtill doing, thus he paſt along. Dutch. Alas poore Richard, where rides he the whilſt? Yorke. As in a Theater, the eyes of men After a well grac'd Actor leaues the Stage, Are
A42746 Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724. Moyle, Walter, 1672-1721. Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
Miscellaneous letters and essays on several subjects philosophical, moral, historical, critical, amorous, &c., in prose and verse : directed to John Dryden, Esq., the Honourable Geo. Granvill, Esq., Walter Moile, Esq., Mr. Dennis, Mr. Congreve, and other eminent men of th' age / by several gentlemen and ladies.
Printed for Benjamin Bragg ..., London : 1694.
d the Duke (great Bullingrbook) Mounted upon a hot and fiery Steed, Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know, With slow but stately Grace kept on his course While all Tongues cry'd God save the Bullingbrook. You wou'd have thought the very Windows spoke, So many greedy looks of Young and old, Through Casements darted their desiring Eyes Upon his Visage, and that all the Walls With painted Imag'ry had said at once, Jesu preserve thee, welcome Bullingbrook. Whilst He, from one side to the other turning, Bare-headed lower, than his proud Steeds Neck Bespeak them thus; I thank ye Countrymen. And th still do g thus he pass'd along, Dutches. Alass! Poor Richard where rides he the while? York. As in a Theatre the Eyes of Men, After a well grac'd Actor leaves the Stage Are id
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
vndertake A thinglike death to chide away this ſhame, That coap'ſt with death himſelfe, to ſcape fro it: And if thou dar'ſt, Ile giue thee remedie. Iul. Oh bid me leape, rather then marrie Paris, From of the Battlements of any Tower, Or walke in theeuiſh waies, or bid me lurke Where Serpents are: chaine me with roaring Beares Or hide me nightly in a Charnell houſe, Orecouered quite with dead mens ratling bones, With reckie ſhankes and yellow chappels ſculls: Or bid me go into a new made graue, And hide me with a dead man in his graue, Things that to heare them told, haue made me tremble, And I will doe it without feare or doubt, To liue an vnſtained wife to my ſweet Loue. Fri. Hold then: goe home, be merrie▪ giue conſent, To marrie Paris: wenſday is to morrow, To morrow nig
A53517 Otway, Thomas, 1652-1685. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Romeo and Juliet.
The history and fall of Caius Marius a tragedy, as it is acted at the Duke's Theatre / by Thomas Otway.
Printed for Tho. Flesher ..., London : 1680.
Think not t' evade me by protracting time: For if thou dost not, may the Gods forsake me, As I will Thee, if thou escape my Fury.... [Ex. Metell. Lavin. Oh! bid me leap (rather then go to Sylla) From off the Battlements of any Tow'r, Or walk in Thievish ways, or bid me lurk Where Serpents are: chain me with roaring Bears; Or hide me nightly in a Charnell-house O're-cover'd quite with Dead mens rattling Bones, With reeky Shanks, and yellow chapless Sculls: Or bid me go into a new-made Grave, And hide me with a Dead man in his Shrowd: Things that to hear but told have made me tremble: And I'll go through it without fear or doubting, To keep my Vows unspotted to my Love.— Priest. Take here this Vial then, and in this moment Drink it, when straight through all thy Veins shall
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A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
e my love. The Nimphs reply to the Shepheard. IF that the world and Love were young, And truth in every shepheards tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee and be thy Love. Time drives the flockes from field to fould, When River rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomell becometh dumbe, The rest complaines of cares to come▪ The flowers doe fade, and wanton fields, To wayward Winter reckoning yeelds, A hony tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancies spring, but sorrowes fall. Thy Gownes, thy Shooes, thy bed of Roses, Thy Cap, thy Kirtle and thy Posies, Some breake, some wither, some forgotten, In folly ripe, in Reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and Ivie buds, Thy Corell Claspes and Amber studs, All these in me no meanes can move. To come to thee and be t
A67462 Walton, Izaak, 1593-1683.
The compleat angler or, The contemplative man's recreation. Being a discourse of fish and fishing, not unworthy the perusal of most anglers.
Printed by T. Maxey for Rich. Marriot, in S. Dunstans Church-yard Fleetstreet, London, : 1653.
winding sheet. The Milk maids mothers answer. If all the world and love were young, And truth in every Shepherds tongue? These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold: When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The Rest complains of cares to c ome. The Flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yeilds. A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancies spring, but sorrows fall. Thy gowns, thy shooes, thy beds of Roses, Thy Cap, thy Kirtle, and thy Posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and Ivie buds, Thy Coral clasps and Amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be th
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A12040 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The rape of Lucrece. By Mr. William Shakespeare
Printed by T[homas] S[nodham] for Roger Iackson, and are to be solde at his shop neere the Conduit in Fleet-street, London : 1616.
es, Why pry'ſt thou through my window? leaue thy peeping, Mock with thy tickling beames, eyes that are ſleeping: Brand not my forehead with thy piercing light, For day hath nought to do whats done by night. Thus cauils ſhe with euery thing ſhe ſees, True griefe is fond and teſtie as a childe, Who way-ward once, his mood with nought agrees, Old woes, not infant ſorrowes beare them milde; Continuance tames the one, the other wilde Like an vnpractiz'd ſwimmer plunging ſtil, With too much labour drowns for want of skill, So ſhe deepe drenched in a Sea of care, Holds diſputation with each thing ſhe viewes, And to her ſelfe all ſorrow doth compare, No obiect but her paſſions ſtrength renewes, And as one ſhifts another ſtraight inſewes, Sometimes her griefe is dumbe and
A16884 Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes], Imprinted at London : 1600.
ne, thou loathed paine from heauen exild. H. C. The ſcourge of life, and deaths extreame diſgrace, The ſmoake of hel, that monſter's called paine. Idem. The thing that grieuous were to do or beare Them to renew, I wot breeds no delight. Ed. Spencer. True griefe is fond, and teſty as a childe, Who wayward once, his moode with nought agrees, Old woes not infant ſorrowes beare them milde, Continuance tames the one, the other wilde, Like an vnpractiz'd ſwimmer plunging ſtill With too much labour drownes for want of skill. W. Shakespeare. Paine paies the income of each precious thing. W. Sh. Heauen. From hence with grace and goodneſſe compaſt round God ruleth, bleſſeth, keepeth, all he wrought: Aboue the aire, the fire, the ſea, and ground, Our ſenſe, our wit, our reaſ
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A49533 Langbaine, Gerard, 1656-1692.
An account of the English dramatick poets, or, Some observations and remarks on the lives and writings of all those that have publish'd either comedies, tragedies, tragi-comedies, pastorals, masques, interludes, farces or opera's in the English tongue by Gerard Langbaine.; New catalogue of English plays
Printed by L.L. for George West and Henry Clements, Oxford : 1691.
dition, a Comedy which I never saw. Constant Nymph, or The Rambling Shepheard; a Pastoral acted at the Duke's Theatre, printed 4o. Lond. 1678. Costly Whore, a Comical History acted by the Company of Revels; printed 4o. Lond. 1633. Contention between York and Lancaster, with the Death of the Good Duke Humphrey, and the Banishment and Death of the Duke of Suffolk; and the tragical End of the proud Cardinal of Winchester; with the notable Rebellion of Jack Cade, and the Duke of York's first Claim to the Crown: printed 4o. Lond. 1600. This Play is only the Second part of Shakespear's Henry the Sixth, with little or no Variation. Counterfeits, a Comedy acted at the Duke's Theatre; printed 4o. Lond. 1679. This Comedy is ascribed by some to Leanard; but I beli
A68931 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The first part of the contention betwixt the two famous houses of Yorke and Lancaster with the death of the good Duke Humphrey: and the banishment and death of the Duke of Suffolke, and the tragical end of the prowd Cardinall of Winchester, with the notable rebellion of Iacke Cade: and the Duke of Yorkes first clayme to the crowne.; King Henry VI. Part 2
Printed by Valentine Simmes for Thomas Millington, and are to be sold at his shop vnder S. Peters church in Cornewall, London : 1600.
THE Firſt part of the Contention betwixt the two famous hou ſes of Yorke and Lancaſter, with the death of the good Duke Humphrey: And the baniſhment and death of the Duke of Suffolke, and the Tragical end of the prowd Cardinall of Wincheſter, with the notable Rebellion of Iacke Cade: And the Duke of Yorkes first clayme to the Crowne. LONDON Printed by Valentine Simmes for Thomas Millington, and are to be ſold at his ſhop vnder S. Peters church in Cornewall: 1600 The firſt part of the Contention of the two famous Houſes of Yorke and Lancaſter, with the death of the good Duke Humph
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A12035 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
Lucrece; Rape of Lucrece
Printed by Richard Field, for Iohn Harrison, and are to be sold at the signe of the white Greyhound in Paules Churh-yard [sic], London : 1594.
fes triumph in the map of death, And deaths dim looke in lifes mortalitie. Ech in her sleepe themselues so beautifie, As if betweene them twaine there were no strife, But that life liu'd in death, and death in life. Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew, A paire of maiden worlds vnconquered, Saue of their Lord, no bearing yoke they knew, And him by oath they truely honored. These worlds in TARQVIN new ambition bred, VVho like a fowle vsurper went about, From this faire throne to heaue the owner out. VVhat could he see but mightily he noted? VVhat did he note, but strongly he desired? VVhat he beheld, on that he firmely doted, And in his will his wilfull eye he tyred. VVith more then admiration he admired Her azure vaines, her alablaster skinne, He
A12040 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The rape of Lucrece. By Mr. William Shakespeare
Printed by T[homas] S[nodham] for Roger Iackson, and are to be solde at his shop neere the Conduit in Fleet-street, London : 1616.
ifes triumph in the map of death, And deaths dim looke in lifes mortality. Each in her ſleepe themſelues ſo beautifie, As if between them twaine there were no ſtrife, But that life liu'd in death, and death in life. Her breaſts like iuory globes cirdled with blew, A paire of maiden worlds vnconquered: Saue of their Lord no bearing yoke they knew, And him by oath they truly honoured. Theſe worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred. Who like a foule vſurper went about, From this faire throne to heaue the owner out. What could he ſee but mightely he noted? What did he note, but ſtrongly he deſired? What he beheld, on that he firmly doted, And in his will his wilfull eye he tired. With more then admiration he admired Her azure vaines her alablaſter skinne, Her cor
A16884 Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes], Imprinted at London : 1600.
es tryumph in the Map of death, And deaths dim lookes in lifes mortalitie: Each in her ſleepe themſelues ſo beautifie As if betweene them twaine there were no ſtrife, But that life liu'd in death, and death in life. Her breaſts like Iuory globes circled with blew, A payre of mayden worlds vnconquered, Saue of theyr Lord, no bearing yoke they knew, And him by oath they truly honoured: Theſe worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred: vvho like a foule vſurper went about From this faire throne to heaue the owner out. W. Shakespeare. Starres fall to fetch freſh light from her rich eyes, Her bright brow driues the ſunne to clowdes beneath, Her haires reflexe, with red ſtrakes paint the skies, Sweet morne and euening dew falls from her breath. T. Naſh. Fayrer then Iſaa
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A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
ed and say, but in the close, To the Waspe, the Bee, the Flie, All's provided for, but I. I. G. The Primrose. ASke me why I send you here, This firstling of the Winter yeere, Aske me why I send to you, This Primrose, all bepearl'd with dew; I straight will whisper in your eares, The sweets of Love, are wash'd with teares. Aske me why this flower doth show, So yellow, greene, and sickly too, Aske me why the stalke is weake, And bending yet it doth not breake. I must tell you these discover, What doubts and feares are in a Lover. A Sigh. GOe thou gentle whispering winde, Beare this Sigh, and if thou finde, Where my cruell faire doth rest, Cast it in her Snowy breast, That inflam'd by my desire, It may set her heart on fire. Taste her lippe, and then confesse, If Arabia doe
A17961 Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639? Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639? Cœlum Britannicum. Jones, Inigo, 1573-1652.
Poems By Thomas Carevv Esquire. One of the gentlemen of the Privie-Chamber, and Sewer in Ordinary to His Majesty.
Printed by I.D. for Thomas Walkley, and are to be sold at the signe of the flying Horse, between Brittains Burse, and York-House, London : 1640.
d he that doth but twenty clime, If he dare proue, As true as I, shewes fourescore yeares in love. The Primrose. ASke me why I send you here, This firs ling of the infant yeare: Aske me why I send to you, This Primrose all bepearl'd with dew. I strait will whisper in your eares, The sweets of love are wash't with teares. Aske me why this flower doth shew, So yellow greene and sickly too: Aske me why the stalke is weake, And bending yet it doth not breake: I must tell you these discover, What doubts and feares are in a loves. The tinder. OF what mould did nature frame mee Or was it her intent to shame me, That no woman can come neere me Faire, but her I court to heare me? Sure that mistris to whose beauty. First I paid a lovers duty. Burnt in rage my heart to tinder. T
A34171 Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639? Lawes, Henry, 1596-1662. Coelum britannicum. Libretto. Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639? Coelum britannicum.
Poems, with a maske by Thomas Carew ... ; the songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes ...
Printed for H.M., and are to be sold by J. Martin ..., London : 1651.
me, And be that doth but twenty clime, If he dare prove As true as I, shews fourescore years in love. The Primrose. ASk me why I send you here, This firstling of the infant year; Ask me why I send to you, This Primrose all bepearl'd with dew, I strait will whisper in your ears, The sweets of love are wash'd with tears Ask me why this flower doth shew, So yellow, green, and sickly too; Ask me why the stalk is weak, And bending, yet it doth not break; I must tell you these discover What doubts and fears are in a Lover. The tinder. OF what mould did nature frame me? Or was it her intent to shame me, That no woman can come neer me Fair, but her I court to hear me? Sure that mistris to whose beauty First I paid a Lovers duty, Burnt in rage my heart to tinder; That
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
kes: The Cuckow then on euerie tree Mockes married men; for thus ſings he, Cuckow. Cuckow, Cuckow: O word of feare, Vnpleaſing to a married eare. Winter. When Iſicles hang by the wall, And Dicke the Sphepheard blowes his naile; And Tom beares Logges into the hall, And Milke comes frozen home in paile: When blood is nipt, and waies be fowle, Then nightly ſings the ſtaring Owle Tu-whit to-who. A merrie note, While greaſie Ione doth keele the pot. When all aloud the winde doth blow, And coſſing drownes the Parſons ſaw: And birds ſit brooding in the ſnow, And Marrians noſe lookes red and raw: When roaſted Crabs hiſſe in the bowle, Then nightly ſings the ſtaring Owle, Tu-whit to who: A merrie note, While greaſie Ione doth keele the pot. Brag. The Words of Mercurie, Are harſh after
A52865unknown? Dorset, Charles Sackville, Earl of, 1638?-1706. Sedley, Charles, Sir, 1639?-1701. D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.
The New academy of complements erected for ladies, gentlewomen, courtiers, gentlemen, scholars, souldiers, citizens, country-men, and all persons, of what degree soever, of both sexes : stored with variety of courtly and civil complements, eloquent letters of love and friendship : with an exact collection of the newest and choicest songs à la mode, both amorous and jovial / compiled by the most refined wits of this age.
Printed for Samuel Speed ..., London : 1669.
his face: But as he grew bolder and bolder, A shepherd came by us, and saw, And just as our bliss Began with a kiss, He burst out with ha, ha, ha, ha, Song 163. WHen I sickles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears Log into the Hall, And Milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring Owl, Tu-whit, to-who, a merry Note, While greasie Ione doth keel the pot. When all aloud the winde doth blow, And coffing drowns the Parsons saw, And Birds sits brooking in the snow, And Marrians Nose looks red and raw; When roasted Crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring Owl, Tu-whit, to-who, a merry Note, While greasie Ione doth keel the po . Song 164. TAke, oh take those lips away, That s
A68726 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
A pleasant conceited comedie called, Loues labors lost As it vvas presented before her Highnes this last Christmas. Newly corrected and augmented by W. Shakespere.; Love's labour's lost
By W[illiam] W[hite] for Cutbert Burby, Imprinted at London : 1598.
: The Cuckow then on euerie tree, Mockes married men, for thus ſinges he, Cuckow. Cuckow, cuckow: O word of feare, Vnpleaſing to a married eare. Winter. When Iſacles hang by the wall, And Dicke the Sheepheard blowes his naile: And Thom beares Logges into the hall, And Milke coms frozen home in paile: When Blood is nipt, and wayes be full, Then nightly ſinges the ſtaring Owle Tu-whit to-who. A merrie note, While greaſie Ione doth keele the pot. When all aloude the winde doth blow, And coffing drownes the Parſons ſaw▪ And Birdes ſit brooding in the Snow, And Marrians noſe lookes red and raw: When roaſted Crabbs hiſſe in the bowle, Then nightly ſinges the ſtaring Owle, Tu-whit to-who. A merrie note, While greaſie Ione doth keele the pot. The vvordes of Mercurie, are harsh after t
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A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
re, Where beauty doth command desire? But if thou canst not stay, then flow Downe to her panting pappes below, Flow like a deluge from her Breast Where Venus Swans hath built their nest; And so take glory to disdaine, With Azure blew each swelling veine, Then run boyling through each part, Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart; If from love it would retire, Martyr it with gentle fire: And having search'd each secret place, Fly thou backe into her face; Where live blest in changing those, White Lylly, to a Rose. Orpheus Lute. WHen Orpheus sweetly did complaine, Vpon the Lute with heavie straine, How his E rydices was slaine; The trees to heare Obtaine an eare, And after left it off againe, At every stroake and every stay, The boughes kept time, an
A31143unknown? R. C. Donne, John, 1572-1631. King, Henry, 1592-1669. Strode, William, 1600 or 1601-1645.
The Harmony of the muses, or, The gentlemans and ladies choisest recreation full of various, pure and transcendent wit : containing severall excellent poems, some fancies of love, some of disdain, and all the subjects incident to the passionate affections either of men or women / heretofore written by those unimitable masters of learning and invention, Dr. Joh. Donn, Dr. Hen. King, Dr. W. Stroad [et al].
Printed by T.W. for William Gilbertson ..., London : 1654.
retire, Where beauty doth command desire; But if thou canst not stay, then flow Down to her panting pap below▪ Flow like a Deluge from her breast, Where Venus Swans hath built her n st, And so take glory to disdaine, With azure blew each swelling vaine, Then run boyling through each part, Till thou hast warm'd her frozen heart; If from love it would retire, Martyr it with gentle Fire; And having searcht each secret place, Fly thou back into her face, Where live blest in changing those White Lillies to a Ruddy Rose. To one that was like his Mistris. FAir Copy of my Celia's Face, Twin of my soul, thy perfect grace, Claims in my soul an equal place. Disdain not a divided heart, Though all be hers you shall have part, Love is not ty'd to Rules of
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A12045 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
Venus and Adonis
Imprinted by Richard Field, and are to be sold [By J. Harrison I] at the signe of the white Greyhound in Paules Church-yard, London : 1593.
ubi-colourd portall opend, VVhich to his speech did honie passage yeeld, Like a red morne that euer yet betokend, VVracke to the sea-man, tempest to the field: Sorrow to shepherds, wo vnto the birds, Gusts, and foule flawes, to heardmen, & to herds. This ill presage aduisedly she marketh, Euen as the wind is husht before it raineth: Or as the wolfe doth grin before he barketh: Or as the berrie breakes before it staineth: Or like the deadly bullet of a gun: His meaning strucke her ere his words begun. And at his looke she flatly falleth downe, For lookes kill loue, and loue by lookes reuiueth, A smile recures the wounding of a frowne, But blessed bankrout that by loue so thriueth. The sillie boy beleeuing she is dead, Claps her pale cheeke, till c
A16884 Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes], Imprinted at London : 1600.
n theſe proiects, Made one ſelfe cauſe haue two contrary effects; For Iſaack humbly knew theyr Lord diuine, But Pharo more and more did ſtill repine; Like to the corpſlet old, the more tis bet vvith hammer hard, more hardnes it doth get. Th. Hudſon. This ill preſage aduiſedly ſhe marketh, Euen as the winde is huſht before it raineth, Or as the Wolfe doth grin before he barketh, Or as the berry breakes before it ſtaineth, Or like the deadly bullet of a gunne, His meaning ſtrooke her ere his words begun. W. Shakeſpeare. Astonishment. Like as the tiller of the fruitfull ground vvith ſuddaine ſtorme and tempeſt is aſtoniſhed▪ vvho ſees the flaſh, and heares the thunders ſound, And for their maiſters ſake the cattell puniſhed: Or when by hap a faire old Pi
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
f my Loue, Theſe numbers will I teare, and write in proſe. Ber. O Rimes are gards on wanton Cupids hoſe, Disfigure not his Shop. Lon. This ſame ſhall goe. He reades the Sonnet. Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye, 'Gainſt whom the world cannot hold argument, Perſwade my heart to this falſe periurie? Vowes for thee broke deſerue not puniſhment. A woman I forſwore, but I will proue, Thou being a Goddeſſe, I forſwore not thee. My Vow was earthly, thou a heauenly Loue. Thy grace being gain'd, cures all diſgrace in me. Vowes are but breath; and breath a vapour is. Then thou faire Sun, which on my earth doeſt ſhine, Exhalest this vapor-vow, in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine: If by me broke, What foole is not ſo wiſe, To looſe an oath, to win a Paradi
A12032unknown? Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The passionate pilgrime. By W. Shakespeare
Printed [by T. Judson] for W. Iaggard, and are to be sold by W. Leake, at the Greyhound in Paules Churchyard, At London : 1599.
tell: For being both to me: both, to each friend, I ghesse one Angell in anothers hell: The truth I shall not know, but liue in doubt, Till my bad Angell fire my good one out. DId not the heauenly Rhetorike of thine eie, Gainst whom the world could not hold argumēt, Perswade my hart to this false periurie: Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment. A woman I forswore: but I will proue Thou being a Goddesse, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heauenly loue, Thy grace being gainde, cures all disgrace in me. My vow was breath, and breath a vapor is, Then thou faire Sun, that on this earth doth shine, Exhale this vapor vow, in thee it is: If broken, then it is no fault of mine. If by me broke, what foole is not so wise To breake an Oath, to win a Paradise? SWeet
A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
both to me: both to each friend, I ghesse one Angell in anothers hell. The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt▪ Till my bad Angell fire my good one out. Fast and loose. DId not the heavenly Rhetoricke of thine eye, Gainst whom the world could not hold argument, Perswade my heart to this false perjurie: Vowes for thee broke deserve not punishment, A woman I forswore: but I will proue Thou being a Goddesse, I forswore not thee: My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love, Thy grace being gaind, cures all disgrace in me. My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is, Then thou faire Sun, that on this earth doth shine, Exhale this vapour vow, in thee it is: If broken, th n it is no fault of mine. If by me broke what foole is not so wise To breake an Oath, to win a Paradise? True
A68726 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
A pleasant conceited comedie called, Loues labors lost As it vvas presented before her Highnes this last Christmas. Newly corrected and augmented by W. Shakespere.; Love's labour's lost
By W[illiam] W[hite] for Cutbert Burby, Imprinted at London : 1598.
my Loue, Theſe numbers will I teare, and write in proſe. Ber. O Rimes are gardes on wanton Cupids hoſe, Disfigure not his Shop. Long. This ſame ſhall go. He reades the Sonnet. I Did not the heauenly Rethorique of thine eye, Gainſt whom the world cannot holde argument, Perſwade my hart to this falſe periurie? Vowes for thee broke deſerue not puniſhment. A Woman I forſwore, but I will proue, Thou being a Goddeſſe, I forſwore not thee. My Vow was earthly, thou a heauenly Loue. Thy grace being gainde, cures all diſgrace in mee. Vowes are but breath, and breath a vapoure is. Then thou faire Sunne, which on my earth dooſt ſhine, Exhalſt this vapour-vow in thee it is: If broken then, it is no fault of mine: If by mee broke, What foole is not ſo wiſe, To looſe an oth, to winn a Par
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
im ſpeake. Ho. I that you ſhall. Iu. That will be Muſique. Ho. Harke, harke. Iu. Is he among theſe? Ho. I: but peace, let's heare'm. Song. Who is Siluia? what is ſhe? That all our Swaines commend her? Holy, faire, and wiſe is ſhe, The heauen ſuch grace did lend her, that ſhe might admired be. Is ſhe kinde as ſhe is faire? For beauty liues with kindneſſe: Loue doth to her eyes repaire, To helpe him of his blindneſſe: And being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Siluia, let vs ſing, That Siluia is excelling; She excels each mortall thing Vpon the dull earth dwelling. To her let vs Garlands bring. Ho. How now? are you ſadder then you were before; How doe you, man? the Muſicke likes you not. Iu. You miſtake: the Muſitian likes me not. Ho. Why, my pretty youth?
A52865unknown? Dorset, Charles Sackville, Earl of, 1638?-1706. Sedley, Charles, Sir, 1639?-1701. D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.
The New academy of complements erected for ladies, gentlewomen, courtiers, gentlemen, scholars, souldiers, citizens, country-men, and all persons, of what degree soever, of both sexes : stored with variety of courtly and civil complements, eloquent letters of love and friendship : with an exact collection of the newest and choicest songs à la mode, both amorous and jovial / compiled by the most refined wits of this age.
Printed for Samuel Speed ..., London : 1669.
cry, On the Bats back I do fly, After Summer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bow. Song 116. WHo is Silvia? What is she? That all our Swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The Heav'n such g ce did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kinde, as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness, Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness, And being helpd inhabits there: Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She surmounts each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling, To her let us garlands bring. A Drinking Catch, or Song 117. HE that will look for a Swallows nest, A swallows nest, a swallows nest, Must look in the Chimney high, And he that would look for
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
e both his And leaue it ſelfe vnfurniſht: Yet looke how farre The ſubſtance of my praiſe doth wrong this ſhadow In vnderpriſing it, ſo farre this ſhadow Doth limpe behinde the ſubſtance. Here's the ſcroule, The continent, and ſummarie of my fortune. You that chooſe not by the view Chance as faire, and chooſe as true: Since this fortune fals to you, Be content, and ſeeke no new. If you be well pleaſd with this, And hold your fortune for your bliſſe, Turne you where your Lady is, And claime her with a louing kiſſe. Baſſ. A gentle ſcroule: Faire Lady, by your leaue, I come by note to giue, and to receiue, Like one of two contending in a prize That thinks he hath done well in peoples eies: Hearing applauſe and vniuerſall ſhout, Giddie in ſpirit, ſtill gazing in a
A11981 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The excellent history of the merchant of Venice VVith the extreme cruelty of Shylocke the Iew towards the saide merchant, in cutting a iust pound of his flesh. And the obtaining of Portia, by the choyse of three caskets. VVritten by VV. Shakespeare.; Merchant of Venice
Printed by I. Roberts [i.e. by William Jaggard for Thomas Pavier], London : 1600 [i.e. 1619]
ale both his, And leaue it ſelfe vnfurniſht: yet looke how farre The ſubſtance of my praiſe doth wrong this ſhadow In vnderprizing it, ſo farre this ſhadow Doth limpe behind the ſubſtance. Heer's the ſcroule, The continent and ſummary of my fortune. You that chooſe not by the view, Chance as faire, and chooſe as true: Since this fortune fals to you, Be content, and ſeeke no new. If you be well pleas'd with this, And hold your fortune for your bliſſe, Turne you where your Lady is, And claime her with a louing kiſſe. A gentle ſcroule: Faire Lady, by your leaue, I come by note to giue, and to receiue; Like one of two contending in a prize, That thinks he hath done well in peoples eyes; Hearing applauſe and vniuerſall ſhout, Giddy in ſpirit, ſtill gazing in a doubt
A52865unknown? Dorset, Charles Sackville, Earl of, 1638?-1706. Sedley, Charles, Sir, 1639?-1701. D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.
The New academy of complements erected for ladies, gentlewomen, courtiers, gentlemen, scholars, souldiers, citizens, country-men, and all persons, of what degree soever, of both sexes : stored with variety of courtly and civil complements, eloquent letters of love and friendship : with an exact collection of the newest and choicest songs à la mode, both amorous and jovial / compiled by the most refined wits of this age.
Printed for Samuel Speed ..., London : 1669.
e, where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot? how nourished? It is ingendred in the eyes, With gazing fed, and Fancy dies In the Cradle where it lies: Let us all ring Fancy's Knell, Ding, Dong, Bell, Ding, Dong, Bell. Song 120. YOu that chuse not by the view, Chance as fair, and chuse as true; Since this fortune falls to you, Be content, and seek no new▪ If you be well pleas'd with this, And hold your fortune for your bliss; Turn you where your Lady is, And claim her with a loving Kiss. Song 121. UNder the Green-wood tree, Who love to lie with me, And turn his merry Note, Unto the sweet Birds throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither, Here shall he see No enemy, But Winter and rough weather. Who doth Ambition shun, And loves to l
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
we Maskt. 2. Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more, his Sonne is elder ſir: His Sonne is thirty. 3. Cap. Will you tell me that? His Sonne was but a Ward two yeares agoe. Rom. What Ladie is that which dothni rich the hand Of yonder Knight? Ser. I know not ſir. Rom. O ſhe doth teach the Torches to burne bright: It ſeemes ſhe hangs vpon the cheeke of night, As a rich Iewel in an Aethiops eare: Beauty too rich for vſe, for earth too deare: So ſhewes a Snowy Doue trooping with Crowes, As yonder Lady ore her fellowes ſhowes; The meaſure done, Ile watch her place of ſtand, And touching hers, make bleſſed my rude hand. Did my heart loue till now, forſweare it ſight, For I neuer ſaw true Beauty till this night. Tib. This by his voice, ſhould be a Mountague. Fetch me my Rapi
A16884 Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes], Imprinted at London : 1600.
en branches from two boughes tipt all with roſes, Pure locks, more golden then is gold refinde, Two pearled rowes that natures pride incloſes; Two mounts faire marble, white downe, ſoft & dainty, Full wofull makes my hart, and body fainty. D. Lodge. O ſhee doth teach the torches to burne bright, It ſeemes ſhe hangs vpon the cheeke of night As a rich Iewell in an Ethiops eare, Beauty too rich for vſe, for earth too deare: So ſhowes a ſnowy Doue trooping with crowes, As yonder Lady ore her fellowes ſhowes. W. Shakespeare. To make the wondrous power of heauen appeare In nothing more then her perfections found, Cloſe to her nauill ſhe her mantle wreſts, Slacking it vpwards, and the folds vnwound, Showing Latonas twins, her plenteous breſts: The Sunne and
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A12044 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
Shake-speares sonnets Neuer before imprinted.; Sonnets
By G. Eld for T[homas] T[horpe] and are to be solde by Iohn Wright, dwelling at Christ Church gate, At London : 1609.
flye, O that sad breath his spungie lungs bestowed, O all that borrowed motion seeming owed, Would yet againe betray the fore-betrayed, And new peruert a reconciled Maide. FINIS. INGENIO PYLIUM, GENIO SOCRATEM, ARTE MARONEM, TERRA TEGIT, POPULUS MAERET. OLYMPUS HABET, Stay, Passenger, why dost thou go so fast? Read, if thou canst, whom enuious Death has plac'd Within this Monument; Shakespear, with whom Quick Nature dy'd, whose Name doth deck the Tomb Far more than Cost, since all that he has Writ Leaves living Art, but Page to serve his Wit. Ob: Ano. Dni 1616. Aetat. 53. Die 23 Apr
A49533 Langbaine, Gerard, 1656-1692.
An account of the English dramatick poets, or, Some observations and remarks on the lives and writings of all those that have publish'd either comedies, tragedies, tragi-comedies, pastorals, masques, interludes, farces or opera's in the English tongue by Gerard Langbaine.; New catalogue of English plays
Printed by L.L. for George West and Henry Clements, Oxford : 1691.
usanna; the Wife of Mr. John Hall. In the North Wall of the Chancel, is a Monument fixed which represents his true Effigies, leaning upon a Cushion, with the following Inscription. Ingenio Pylum, genio Socratem, arte Maronem, Terra tegit, Populus moeret, Olympus habet. Stay, Passenger, why dost thou go so fast? Read, if thou canst, whom envious Death has plac't Within this Monument, Shakespear, with whom Quick Nature died, whose Name doth deck the Tomb Far more than cost, since all that he hath writ Leaves living Art, but Page, to serve his Wit. Obiit An. Dom. 1616. AEt. 53. die 23. Apr. Near the Wall where this Monument is Erected, lyeth a plain Free-stone, underneath which, his Body is Buried, with this Epitaph. Good Friend, for Jesus
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A12044 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
Shake-speares sonnets Neuer before imprinted.; Sonnets
By G. Eld for T[homas] T[horpe] and are to be solde by Iohn Wright, dwelling at Christ Church gate, At London : 1609.
lye, O that sad breath his spungie lungs bestowed, O all that borrowed motion seeming owed, Would yet againe betray the fore-betrayed, And new peruert a reconciled Maide. FINIS. INGENIO PYLIUM, GENIO SOCRATEM, ARTE MARONEM, TERRA TEGIT, POPULUS MAERET. OLYMPUS HABET, Stay, Passenger, why dost thou go so fast? Read, if thou canst, whom enuious Death has plac'd Within this Monument; Shakespear, with whom Quick Nature dy'd, whose Name doth deck the Tomb Far more than Cost, since all that he has Writ Leaves living Art, but Page to serve his Wit. Ob: Ano. Dni 1616. Aetat. 53. Die 23 Apr
A49533 Langbaine, Gerard, 1656-1692.
An account of the English dramatick poets, or, Some observations and remarks on the lives and writings of all those that have publish'd either comedies, tragedies, tragi-comedies, pastorals, masques, interludes, farces or opera's in the English tongue by Gerard Langbaine.; New catalogue of English plays
Printed by L.L. for George West and Henry Clements, Oxford : 1691.
anna; the Wife of Mr. John Hall. In the North Wall of the Chancel, is a Monument fixed which represents his true Effigies, leaning upon a Cushion, with the following Inscription. Ingenio Pylum, genio Socratem, arte Maronem, Terra tegit, Populus moeret, Olympus habet. Stay, Passenger, why dost thou go so fast? Read, if thou canst, whom envious Death has plac't Within this Monument, Shakespear, with whom Quick Nature died, whose Name doth deck the Tomb Far more than cost, since all that he hath writ Leaves living Art, but Page, to serve his Wit. Obiit An. Dom. 1616. AEt. 53. die 23. Apr. Near the Wall where this Monument is Erected, lyeth a plain Free-stone, underneath which, his Body is Buried, with this Epitaph. Good Friend, for Jesus
A49536 Langbaine, Gerard, 1656-1692. Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724.
The lives and characters of the English dramatick poets also an exact account of all the plays that were ever yet printed in the English tongue, their double titles, the places where acted, the dates when printed, and the persons to whom dedicated, with remarks and observations on most of the said plays / first begun by Mr. Langbain ; improv'd and continued down to this time, by a careful hand.
Printed for Tho. Leigh ... and William Turner ..., London : [1699]
the 23d of April, 1616. and is buried with his Wife and Daughter in Stratford-Church afore-said, under a Monument on which is a Statue leaning on a Cushion, and this Inscription: Ingenio Pylum, genio Socratem, arte Maronem, Terra tegit, Populus moerit, Olympus habet. Stay, Passenger, why dost thou go so fast? Read, if thou canst, whom envious Death has plac'd Within this Monument, Shakespear, with whom Quick Nature died, whose Name doth deck the Tomb Far more than cost, since all that he hath writ Leaves living Art, but Page, to serve his Wit. Obiit An. Dom. 1616. AEt. 53. Die 23. Apr. Near the Wall on a plain Stone, which covers him, is this Epitaph: Good Friend, for Iesus Sake forbear To dig the Dust enclosed here. Blest be the Man t
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A11966 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The history of Henrie the Fourth vvith the battell at Shrewsburie, betweene the King and Lord Henry Percy, surnamed Henrie Hotspur of the north. With the humorous conceits of Sir Iohn Falstalffe [sic].; King Henry IV. Part 1
Printed by P[eter] S[hort] for Andrew Wise, dwelling in Paules Churchyard, at the signe of the Angell, At London : 1598.
y heare you my maisters, was it for me to kill the heire apparant? should I turne vpon the true prince? why thou knowest I am as valiaut as Hercules: but beware instinct, the lion will not touch the true prince, instinct is a great matter. I was now a cowarde on instinct, I shall thinke the better of my selfe, and thee during my life; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince: but by the Lord, lads, I am glad you haue the money, Hostesse clap to the doores, watch to night, pray to morrowe, gallants, lads, boyes, hearts of golde, all the titles of good fellowship come to you. What shall wee bee merrie, shall wee haue a play extempore? Prin. Content, and the argument shall bee thy running away. Falst. A, no more of that Hal and thou loue
A66801unknown? Kirkman, Francis, 1632-ca. 1680. Cox, Robert, d. 1655. Actæon and Diana.
The Wits, or, Sport upon sport. Part I in select pieces of drollery, digested into scenes by way of dialogue : together with variety of humors of several nations, fitted for the pleasure and content of all persons, either in court, city, countrey, or camp : the like never before published.
Printed for Henry Marsh ..., London : 1662.
de ye, why hear you Masters, was it for me to kill the heire apparant? should I turn up in the true Prince? why thou know'st I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct, the Lyon will not touch the true Prince. Instinct is a great matter, I was a Coward on instinct; I shall think the better of my selfe, and thee during my life; I for a valiant Lyon, and thou for a true Prince: but by the Lord Lads, I am glad you have the money, Hostesse clap to the doores, watch to night, pray tomorrow, what hearts of Gold shall we be merry? shall we have a Play ex tempore. Prince. Content and the argument shall be thy runing away. Iack. O no more of that Hal if thou lovest me. Prince. How longi'st ago Iack since thou saw'st thine own knee. Iack. My
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A49533 Langbaine, Gerard, 1656-1692.
An account of the English dramatick poets, or, Some observations and remarks on the lives and writings of all those that have publish'd either comedies, tragedies, tragi-comedies, pastorals, masques, interludes, farces or opera's in the English tongue by Gerard Langbaine.; New catalogue of English plays
Printed by L.L. for George West and Henry Clements, Oxford : 1691.
ch I never saw. Constant Nymph, or The Rambling Shepheard; a Pastoral acted at the Duke's Theatre, printed 4o. Lond. 1678. Costly Whore, a Comical History acted by the Company of Revels; printed 4o. Lond. 1633. Contention between York and Lancaster, with the Death of the Good Duke Humphrey, and the Banishment and Death of the Duke of Suffolk; and the tragical End of the proud Cardinal of Winchester; with the notable Rebellion of Jack Cade, and the Duke of York's first Claim to the Crown: printed 4o. Lond. 1600. This Play is only the Second part of Shakespear's Henry the Sixth, with little or no Variation. Counterfeits, a Comedy acted at the Duke's Theatre; printed 4o. Lond. 1679. This Comedy is ascribed by some to Leanard; but I beli
A49536 Langbaine, Gerard, 1656-1692. Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724.
The lives and characters of the English dramatick poets also an exact account of all the plays that were ever yet printed in the English tongue, their double titles, the places where acted, the dates when printed, and the persons to whom dedicated, with remarks and observations on most of the said plays / first begun by Mr. Langbain ; improv'd and continued down to this time, by a careful hand.
Printed for Tho. Leigh ... and William Turner ..., London : [1699]
cles of Stow, Speed, Baker, &c. to read the great Cambden's Elizabeth, and Dr. Burnet's History of the Reformation. The Costly Whore, a comical History, 4to. 1633. acted by the Company of Revels. The Contention between York and Lancaster, two Parts, with the Death of the good Duke Humphrey, and the Banishment and Death of the Duke of Suffolk, and the Tragical End of the Proud Cardinal of Winchester, with the notable Rebellion of Iack Cade, and the Duke of York's first Claim to the Crown, a Tragedy, 4to. 1600. This Play differs very little from the second Part of Shakespear's Henry the Sixth, fol. The Counterfeits, a Comedy, 4to. 1679. acted at the Duke's Theatre. Plot from a translated Spanish Novel, called, The Trapanner Trapann'd,
A68931 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The first part of the contention betwixt the two famous houses of Yorke and Lancaster with the death of the good Duke Humphrey: and the banishment and death of the Duke of Suffolke, and the tragical end of the prowd Cardinall of Winchester, with the notable rebellion of Iacke Cade: and the Duke of Yorkes first clayme to the crowne.; King Henry VI. Part 2
Printed by Valentine Simmes for Thomas Millington, and are to be sold at his shop vnder S. Peters church in Cornewall, London : 1600.
THE Firſt part of the Contention betwixt the two famous hou ſes of Yorke and Lancaſter, with the death of the good Duke Humphrey: And the baniſhment and death of the Duke of Suffolke, and the Tragical end of the prowd Cardinall of Wincheſter, with the notable Rebellion of Iacke Cade: And the Duke of Yorkes first clayme to the Crowne. LONDON Printed by Valentine Simmes for Thomas Millington, and are to be ſold at his ſhop vnder S. Peters church in Cornewall: 1600 The firſt part of the Contention of the two famous Houſes of Yorke and Lancaſter, with the death of the good Duke Humph
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
the barren Earth, Which ſerues as Paſte, and Couer to our Bones: For Heauens ſake let vs ſit vpon the ground, And tell ſad ſtories of the death of Kings: How ſome haue been depos'd, ſome ſlaine in warre, Some haunted by the Ghoſts they haue depos'd, Some poyſon'd by their Wiues, ſome ſleeping kill'd, All murther'd. For within the hollow Crowne That rounds the mortall Temples of a King, Keepes Death his Court, and there the Antique ſits Scoffing his State, and grinning at his Pompe, Allowing him a breath, a little Scene, To Monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with lookes, Infuſing him with ſelfe and vaine conceit, As if this Fleſh, which walls about our Life, Were Braſſe impregnable: and humor'd thus, Comes at the laſt, and with a little Pinne Bor
A59496 Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Richard II.
The history of King Richard the Second acted at the Theatre Royal under the name of The Sicilian usurper : with a prefatory epistle in vindication of the author, occasion'd by the prohibition of this play on the stage / by N. Tate.
Printed for Richard Tonson and Jacob Tonson ..., London : 1681.
of Graves, of Worms and Epitaphs, Make Dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth! For Heav'ns sake let's sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the Death of Kings, How some have been depos'd, some slain in War, Some poyson'd by their Wives, some sleeping kill'd; All murther'd: for within the hollow Crown That rounds the mortal Temples of a King, Keeps death his Court, and there the Antique sits, Scoffing his State, and grinning at his Pomp! Allowing him a short fictitious Scene, To play the Prince, be fear'd, and kill with looks, 'Till swell'd with vain conceit the flatter'd thing Believes himself immortal as a God; Then to the train fate's Engineer sets fire, Blows up his pageant Pride and farewell K
A63158 Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Richard II.
The Sicilian usurper a tragedy as it was acted at the Theatre-Royal : with prefatory epistle in vindication of the author, occasioned by this play on the stage / written by N. Tate.
Printed for James Knapton ..., London : 1691.
of Graves, of Worms and Epitaphs, Make Duſt our paper, and with rainy eyes Write ſorrow on the boſom of the earth! For Heav'ns ſake let's ſit upon the ground, And tell ſad ſtories of the Death of Kings, How ſome have been depos'd, ſome ſlain in War, Some poyſon'd by their Wives, ſome ſleeping kill'd; All murther'd: for within the hollow Crown That rounds the mortal Temples of a King, Keeps death his Court, and there the Antique ſits, Scoffing his State, and grinning at his Pomp! Allowing him a ſhort fictitious Scene, To play the Prince, be fear'd, and kill with looks, 'Till ſwell'd with vain conceit the flatter'd thing Believes himſelf immortal as a God; Then to the train fate's Engineer ſets fire, Blows up his pageant Pride and farewell K
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
matter? Falſt. What's the matter? here be foure of vs, haue ta'ne a thouſand pound this Morning. Prince. Where is it, Iack? where is it? Falſt. Where is it? taken from vs, it is: a hundred vpon poore foure of vs. Prince. What, a hundred, man? Falst. I am a Rogue, if I were not at halfe Sword with a dozen of them two houres together. I haue ſcaped by miracle. I am eight times thruſt through the Doublet, foure through the Hoſe, my Buckler cut through and through, my Sword hackt like a Hand-ſaw, ecce ſignum. I neuer dealt better ſince I was a man: all would not doe. A plague of all Cowards: let them ſpeake; if they ſpeake more or leſſe then truth, they are villaines, and the ſonnes of darkneſſe. Prince. Speake ſirs, how was it? Gad. W
A11966 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
The history of Henrie the Fourth vvith the battell at Shrewsburie, betweene the King and Lord Henry Percy, surnamed Henrie Hotspur of the north. With the humorous conceits of Sir Iohn Falstalffe [sic].; King Henry IV. Part 1
Printed by P[eter] S[hort] for Andrew Wise, dwelling in Paules Churchyard, at the signe of the Angell, At London : 1598.
matter? Falst. Whats the matter, there be foure of vs here haue tane a thousand pound this day morning Prin. Where is it Iacke, where is it? Fal. Where is it? taken from vs it is: a hundred vppon poore foure of vs. Prin. What, a hundred, man? Falst. I am a rogue if I were not at halfe sword with a douzen of them two houres together. I haue scapt by myracle. I am eight times thrust through the doublet, foure through the hose, my buckler cut through and through, my sworde hackt like a handsaw, ecce signum. I neuer dealt better since I was a man▪ al would not do. A plague of all cowards, let them speake, if they speake more or lesse then truth, they are villains, and the sonnes of darknesse. Gad Speake sirs, how was it? Ross. We foure
A66801unknown? Kirkman, Francis, 1632-ca. 1680. Cox, Robert, d. 1655. Actæon and Diana.
The Wits, or, Sport upon sport. Part I in select pieces of drollery, digested into scenes by way of dialogue : together with variety of humors of several nations, fitted for the pleasure and content of all persons, either in court, city, countrey, or camp : the like never before published.
Printed for Henry Marsh ..., London : 1662.
at's the matter? Iack. What's the matter? here be four of us have ta'ne a thousand pound this morning. Prince. Where is it, I aske where is it. Iack. Where is it? taken from us it is; a hundred upon poor four of us. Prince. What a hundred man? Iack. I am a Rogue if I were not at halfe Sword with a dozen of them two houres together; I have scaped by miracle; I am eight times thrust through the doublet, four through the hose, my Buckler cut through and through, my sword hackt like a hansaw, ecce signum, I never dealt better since I was a man, all would not do, a plague of all Cowards, let them speak, if they speak more or less then truth, they are villains, and the sons of darkness. Poines. Speak Sirs, how was it. Roff. We four set
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
Greatnes, Deſerues your Hate: and your Affections are A ſickmans Appetite; who deſires moſt that Which would encreaſe his euill. He that depends Vpon your fauours, ſwimmes with finnes of Leade, And hewes downe Oakes, with ruſhes. Hang ye: truſt ye? With euery Minute you do change a Minde, And call him Noble, that was now your Hate: Him vilde, that was your Garland. What's the matter, That in theſe ſeuerall places of the Citie, You cry againſt the Noble Senate, who (Vnder the Gods) keepe you in awe, which elſe Would feede on one another? What's their ſeeking? Men. For Corne at their owne rates, wherof they ſay The Citie is well ſtor'd. Mar. Hang 'em: They ſay? They'l ſit by th' fire, and preſume to know What's done i' th Capitoll: Who's like to ri
A62946 Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Coriolanus.
The ingratitude of a common-wealth, or, The fall of Laius Martius Coriolanus as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal / by N. Tate.
Printed by T.M. for Joseph Hindmarsh ..., London : 1682.
ons, finds you Hares; You are Vertues Contrary; who deserves Greatness, Deserves your Hate; and your Affections are A Sick-mans Appetite, which desires that most, That wou'd increase his Evil; who Depends Upon your Favours, Swims with Finns of Lead: With ev'ry Minute you do change a Mind, And call him Noble, that was now your Hate; Him Vile, that was your Garland: What's the Matter, That in these several Places of the City, You Cry against the Noble Senate, who Under the Gods keep you in Awe; who else Like Beasts of Prey, wou'd Feed on one another. What's their seeking? Men. For Corn at their own Rates, with which they say, The City is well Stor'd. Mart. They say! Hang 'em; They'll sit by th' Fire, and take on 'em to know What's done i'th'
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A03250 Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
Troia Britanica: or, Great Britaines Troy A poem deuided into XVII. seuerall cantons, intermixed with many pleasant poeticall tales. Concluding with an vniuersall chronicle from the Creation, vntill these present times. Written by Tho: Heywood.
Printed by W. Iaggard, London : 1609.
hat makest thou with thy glasse ordering thy haire? Vnlesse thy glasse could make thee seeme a Cow, But how can hornes grow on that tender brow? If Mynos please thee, no Adulterer seeke thee, Or if thy husband Mynos do not leeke thee, but thy la ciutous thoughts are still increast, Deceiue him with a man, not with a beast: Thus by the Queene the wilde Woods are frequented, And leauing the Kings bed, she is contented To vse the groues, borne by the rage of mind, Euen as a ship with a full Easterne wind: Some of these strumpet-Heyfers the Queene slew, Their smoaking Alters their warme bloods imbrew, Whilst by the sacrificing Priest she stands, And gripes their trembling entrailes in her hands. Zezes histors 19 At length, the Captaine of the Heard beg
A08625 Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
Loves schoole Publii Ovidii Nasonis de arte amandi, or, The art of loue.; Ars amatoria. English
By Nicolas Iansz. Visscher, Gedruckt tot Amsterdam : [ca. 1625]
, What makst thou with thy glasse ordring thy haire, Vnlesse thy glasse could make thee seeme a Cow, And how can hornes grow on that tender brow? If Minos please thee, no adulterer seeke thee, Or if thy husband Minos do not like thee: But thy lasciuious thoughts are still increast, Deceiue him vvith a man, not vvith a beast. Thus by the Queene the wilde woods are frequented, And leauing the Kings bed she is contented: To vse the groues borne by the rage of mind, Euen as a ship with a full Easterne vvind. How often hath shee vvith an enuious eye, Look'd on the Covv that by her Bull did lie: Saying, oh vvherefore did this Heifer moue, My hearts chiefe Lord, and vrge him to her loue. Behold, hovv she before him ioyfull skips, And proudly ietting on the
A12034 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.
Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent
By Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson, dwelling in St. Dunstans Church-yard, Printed at London : 1640.
hat makest thou with thy glasse ordering thy haire? Vnlesse thy glasse could make thee seeme a Cow, But how can hornes grow on that tender brow? If Mynos please thee, no Adulterer se ke thee, Or if thy husband Mynos doe not like thee, But thy lascivious thoughts are still increas'd, Deceive him with a man, not with a beast: Thus by the Queene the wilde Woods are frequented, And leaving the Kings bed, she is contented To use the Groves, borne by the rage of minde, Even as a ship with a full Easterne winde: Some of these Strumpet-Heyfers the Queene slew, Her smoaking Altars their warme bloods imbrew, Whilst by the sacrificing Priest she stands, And gripes their trembling entrailes in her hands; At length, the Captaine of the Heard beguil'd, With a Cowes
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
e i' th' mouth, when the mind's free, The bodies delicate: the tempeſt in my mind, Doth from my ſences take all feeling elſe, Saue what beates there, Filliall ingratitude, Is it not as this mouth ſhould teare this hand For lifting food too't? But I will puniſh home; No, I will weepe no more; in ſuch a night, To ſhut me out? Poure on, I will endure: In ſuch a night as this? O Regan, Gonerill, Your old kind Father, whoſe franke heart gaue all, O that way madneſſe lies, let me ſhun that: No more of that. Kent. Good my Lord enter here. Lear. Prythee go in thy ſelfe, ſeeke thine owne eaſe, This tempeſt will not giue me leaue to ponder On things would hurt me more, but Ile goe in, In Boy, go firſt. You houſeleſſe pouertie, Exit. Nay get thee in; Ile pray, and
A59493 Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715. Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. King Lear.
The history of King Lear acted at the Duke's theatre / reviv'd with alterations by N. Tate.
Printed for E. Flesher, and are to be sold by R. Bentley, and M. Magnes ..., London : 1681.
ee But where the greater Malady is fixt The lesser is scarce felt: the Tempest in my Mind Do's from my Senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial Ingratitude! Is it not as this Mouth shou'd tear this Hand For lifting Food to't? — but I'll punish home. No, I will weep no more; in such a Night To shut me out — pour on, I will endure In such a Night as this: O Regan, Gonerill, Your old kind Father whose frank heart gave All, O that way madness lies, let me shun that, No more of that. Kent. See, my Lord, here's the Entrance. Lear. Well, I'll go in And pass it all, I'll pray and then I'll sleep: Poor naked Wretches wheresoe're you are, That 'bide the pelting of this pittiless Storm, How shall your houseless Heads and unfed Sides Sustain
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
es, Theeues. Bra. Aboue. What is the reaſon of this terrible Summon ? What is the matter there? Rodo. Signior is all your Familie within? Iago. Are your Doores lock'd? Bra. Why? Wherefore ask you this? Iago. Sir, y' are rob'd, for ſhame put on your Gowne, Your heart is burſt, you haue loſt halfe your ſoule Euen now, now, very now, an old blacke Ram Is tupping your white Ewe. Ariſe, ariſe, Awake the ſnorting Cittizens with the Bell, Or elſe the deuill will make a Grand-ſire of you. Ariſe I ſay. Bra. What, haue you loſt your wits? Rod. Moſt reuerend Signior, do you know my voice? Bra. Not I: what are you? Rod. My name is Rodorigo. Bra. The worſſer welcome: I haue charg'd thee not to haunt about my doores: In honeſt plaineneſſe thou haſt h
A58022 Rymer, Thomas, 1641-1713.
A short view of tragedy it's original, excellency and corruption : with some reflections on Shakespear and other practitioners for the stage / by Mr. Rymer ...
Printed and are to be sold by Richard Baldwin ..., London : 1693.
abantio at a Window. Bra. What is the reason o this terrible summons? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your Family within? Jago. Are your Doors lockt? B a. Why, wherefore ask ou this? your Gown, Jago. Sir, you are robb'd, for shame put on Your Heart is burst, you have lost half your Soul, Even now, very now, an old black Ram Is tupping your white Ewe: arise, arise, Awake the snorting Citizens with the Bell, Or else the Devil will make a Grandsire of you, arise I sad. Nor have they yet done, amongst other ribaldry, they tell him. Jago. Sir, you are one of those that will not serve God, if the Devil bid you; because we come to do you service, you think us Russians, you'le have your Daughter covered with a Barba
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A11954 Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Heminge, John, ca. 1556-1630. Condell, Henry, d. 1627.
Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.; Plays
Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley], London : 1623.
er-ſtanding-eye, Men for their Sonnes, Wiues for their Husbands, Orphans, for their Parents timeles death, Shall rue the houre that euer thou was't borne. The Owle ſhriek'd at thy birth, an euill ſigne, The Night-Crow cry'de, aboding luckleſſe time, Dogs howl'd, and hiddeous Tempeſt ſhook down Trees: The Rauen rook'd her on the Chimnies top, And chatt'ring Pies in diſmall Diſcords ſung: Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine, And yet brought forth leſſe then a Mothers hope, To wit, an indigeſted and deformed lumpe, Not like the fruit of ſuch a goodly Tree. Teeth had'ſt thou in thy head, when thou was't borne, To ſignifie, thou cam'ſt to bite the world: And if the reſt be true, which I haue heard, Thou cam'ſt— Rich. Ile
A62967 Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715. Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
The loyal general a tragedy : acted at the Duke's Theatre / written by N. Tate.
Printed for Henry Bonwicke ..., London : 1680.
his Wit on the same Theam, I will only detain you with a few instances of his Reflections on the Person, and Cruel Practices of Richard the Third. First of all Henry the Sixth bespeaks him in these words: The Owl shriekt at thy Birth, an evil sign, Dogs howl'd and hideous Tempests shook down Trees, The Raven rookt her on the Chymneys Topp, And chatt'ring Pies in dismal Discords sung; Thy Mother felt more than a Mothers Pain, And yet brought forth less than a Mothers hope; An indigested Lump, &c. Richard afterwards makes as bold with himself, where this is part of his Soliloque. Cheated of Fevture by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing World, scarce half made up, And that s