The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... she holdeth thee in awe , More than God , or religious churchmen , may . Glo . Name not religion , for thou lov'st the flesh ; And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st , Except it be to pray against thy foes . 7 Bed . Bed ...
... she holdeth thee in awe , More than God , or religious churchmen , may . Glo . Name not religion , for thou lov'st the flesh ; And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st , Except it be to pray against thy foes . 7 Bed . Bed ...
Sivu 9
... she hath , Exceeding the nine fibyls of old Rome ; What's paft , and what's to come , she can defcry . Speak , fhall I call her in ? Believe my words , For they are certain and infallible . Char . Go , call her in : [ Exit Bastard ...
... she hath , Exceeding the nine fibyls of old Rome ; What's paft , and what's to come , she can defcry . Speak , fhall I call her in ? Believe my words , For they are certain and infallible . Char . Go , call her in : [ Exit Bastard ...
Sivu 10
... She takes upon her bravely at first dash . Puc . Dauphin , I am by birth a fhepherd's daughter , My wit untrain'd in any kind of art . Heaven , and our Lady gracious , hath it pleas'd To shine on my contemptible estate : Lo , whilft I ...
... She takes upon her bravely at first dash . Puc . Dauphin , I am by birth a fhepherd's daughter , My wit untrain'd in any kind of art . Heaven , and our Lady gracious , hath it pleas'd To shine on my contemptible estate : Lo , whilft I ...
Sivu 12
... she prove falfe . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . London . Hill before the Tower . Enter , at the Gates , the Duke of GLOSTER , with his Serv- ing - men in blue coats . Glo . I am come to furvey the Tower this day ; Since Henry's death , I fear ...
... she prove falfe . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . London . Hill before the Tower . Enter , at the Gates , the Duke of GLOSTER , with his Serv- ing - men in blue coats . Glo . I am come to furvey the Tower this day ; Since Henry's death , I fear ...
Sivu 21
... she lifts : So bees with smoke , and doves with noisome stench , Are from their hives , and houses , driven away . They call'd us , for our fiercenefs , English dogs ; Now , like to whelps , we crying run away . [ A short alarum . Hark ...
... she lifts : So bees with smoke , and doves with noisome stench , Are from their hives , and houses , driven away . They call'd us , for our fiercenefs , English dogs ; Now , like to whelps , we crying run away . [ A short alarum . Hark ...
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
Afide againſt Alarum anſwer Baft Becauſe blood breaſt brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade cauſe Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward England Engliſh Enter King HENRY Exeunt Exit father fear fhall fight firſt flain foes foldiers fome foul fovereign France ftand fuch fword Glofter grace hath heart heaven Henry's highneſs himſelf honour houſe Humphrey Jack Cade Lancaſter lord lord protector madam mafter majeſty Meffenger muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble peace Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure preſently prifoner prince protector PUCELLE Queen MARGARET reaſon reft Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Saliſbury ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould Somerſet ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſuch Suffolk ſweet Talbot thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand traitor unto Warwick whofe Whoſe wilt Wincheſter yourſelf
Suositut otteet
Sivu 56 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Sivu 38 - 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 ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Sivu 37 - This battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light ; What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
Sivu 37 - 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.