The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Nide 5R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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Sivu 3
... arms fpread wider than a dragon's wings ; His fparkling eyes , replete with wrathful fire , More dazzled and drove back his enemies , Than mid - day fun , fierce bent against their faces , What should I fay ? his deeds excced all speech ...
... arms fpread wider than a dragon's wings ; His fparkling eyes , replete with wrathful fire , More dazzled and drove back his enemies , Than mid - day fun , fierce bent against their faces , What should I fay ? his deeds excced all speech ...
Sivu 4
... arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead . Pofterity , Pofterity , await for wretched years , When at their 4 Aa I. FIRST PART OF.
... arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead . Pofterity , Pofterity , await for wretched years , When at their 4 Aa I. FIRST PART OF.
Sivu 6
... arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this funeral , Thefe tidings would call forth their flowing tides . Bed . Me they concern ; regent I am of France : - Give me my fteeled coat , I'll fight ...
... arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this funeral , Thefe tidings would call forth their flowing tides . Bed . Me they concern ; regent I am of France : - Give me my fteeled coat , I'll fight ...
Sivu 7
... arms ; All the whole army stood agaz'd on him : His foldiers fpying his undaunted spirit , A Talbot ! a Talbot ! cried out amain , And rufh'd into the bowels of the battle . Here had the conqueft fully been feal'd up , If Sir John ...
... arms ; All the whole army stood agaz'd on him : His foldiers fpying his undaunted spirit , A Talbot ! a Talbot ! cried out amain , And rufh'd into the bowels of the battle . Here had the conqueft fully been feal'd up , If Sir John ...
Sivu 10
... arms are fet , like clocks , till to ftrike on ; Elfe they could ne'er hold out fo , as they do . By my confent , we'll e'en let them alone . Alen . Be it fo . Enter the Bastard of Orleans . Baft . Where's the prince Dauphin : I have ...
... arms are fet , like clocks , till to ftrike on ; Elfe they could ne'er hold out fo , as they do . By my confent , we'll e'en let them alone . Alen . Be it fo . Enter the Bastard of Orleans . Baft . Where's the prince Dauphin : I have ...
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Afide againſt Alarum Alcibiades anfwer Apemantus art thou Baft Becauſe beſt blood brother Burgundy Cade Clarence Clif Clifford crown death doft doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain Flav foldiers fome foul fovereign fpeak France friends ftand ftay fuch fure fweet fword Glofter grace hath heart heaven HENRY VI Henry's himſelf honour houfe houſe Humphrey Jack Cade King HENRY lord lord protector mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble pleaſe pleaſure prefent prifoner prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saliſbury SCENE ſhall Somerſet ſpeak ſtand ſtay Suffolk Talbot thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thou fhalt thouſand Timon unto Warwick whofe wilt yourſelf
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Sivu 22 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Sivu 22 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Sivu 22 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...