The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Sivu 16
... Son . Father , I know ; and oft have shot at them , Howe'er , unfortunate , I mifs'd my aim . M. Gun . But now thou ... Son . Son . Father , I warrant you ; take you 16 Act 1 . FIRST PART OF.
... Son . Father , I know ; and oft have shot at them , Howe'er , unfortunate , I mifs'd my aim . M. Gun . But now thou ... Son . Son . Father , I warrant you ; take you 16 Act 1 . FIRST PART OF.
Sivu 17
William Shakespeare. Son . Father , I warrant you ; take you no care ; I'll never trouble you , if I may spy them . Enter , in an upper chamber of a Tower , the Lords SA- LISBURY and TALBOT , Sir WILLIAM GLANSDALE , Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE ...
William Shakespeare. Son . Father , I warrant you ; take you no care ; I'll never trouble you , if I may spy them . Enter , in an upper chamber of a Tower , the Lords SA- LISBURY and TALBOT , Sir WILLIAM GLANSDALE , Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE ...
Sivu 73
... son : The life , thou gav'ft me first , was loft and done ; Till with thy warlike fword , defpite of fate , To my determin'd time thou gav'st new date . Tal . When from the Dauphin's creft thy sword struck fire , It warm'd thy father's ...
... son : The life , thou gav'ft me first , was loft and done ; Till with thy warlike fword , defpite of fate , To my determin'd time thou gav'st new date . Tal . When from the Dauphin's creft thy sword struck fire , It warm'd thy father's ...
Sivu 7
... son , the comfort of my age ! Thy deeds , thy plainnefs , and thy houfe - keeping , ' Hath won the greateft favour of the commons , Excepting none but good duke Humphrey.— ' And , brother York , thy acts in Ireland , In bringing them to ...
... son , the comfort of my age ! Thy deeds , thy plainnefs , and thy houfe - keeping , ' Hath won the greateft favour of the commons , Excepting none but good duke Humphrey.— ' And , brother York , thy acts in Ireland , In bringing them to ...
Sivu 5
... son of Henry the fifth , Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop , And feiz'd upon their towns and provinces ... Sons , peace ! K. Hen . Peace thou ! and give king Henry leave to speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : -hear ...
... son of Henry the fifth , Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop , And feiz'd upon their towns and provinces ... Sons , peace ! K. Hen . Peace thou ! and give king Henry leave to speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : -hear ...
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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.