The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... he had , deferving to command : His brandish'd fword did blind men with his beams ; His arms fpread wider than a dragon's wings ; His sparkling eyes replete with wrathful fire , B More More dazzled and drove back his enemies , Than mid.
... he had , deferving to command : His brandish'd fword did blind men with his beams ; His arms fpread wider than a dragon's wings ; His sparkling eyes replete with wrathful fire , B More More dazzled and drove back his enemies , Than mid.
Sivu 1
... arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead.— Pofterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ' moift eyes babes fhall fuck ; Our ifle be made a nourish of falt tears , And none but women left to wail the dead ...
... arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead.— Pofterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ' moift eyes babes fhall fuck ; Our ifle be made a nourish of falt tears , And none but women left to wail the dead ...
Sivu 3
... arms ; All the whole army stood agaz'd on him : His foldiers , fpying his undaunted spirit , A Talbot ! a Talbot ! cried out amain , And rush'd into the bowels of the battle . Here had the conquest fully been feal'd up , If fir 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 rush'd into the bowels of the battle . Here had the conquest fully been feal'd up , If fir John ...
Sivu 4
... arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this funeral , Thefe tidings would call forth her flowing tides . Bed . Me they concern ; regent I am of France : — Give me my steeled coat , I'll fight for ...
... arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this funeral , Thefe tidings would call forth her flowing tides . Bed . Me they concern ; regent I am of France : — Give me my steeled coat , I'll fight for ...
Sivu 5
... arms ; All the whole army stood agaz'd on him : His foldiers , spying his undaunted spirit , A Talbot ! a Talbot ! cried out amain , And rush'd into the bowels of the battle . Here had the conqueft fully been feal'd up , If fir John ...
... arms ; All the whole army stood agaz'd on him : His foldiers , spying his undaunted spirit , A Talbot ! a Talbot ! cried out amain , And rush'd into the bowels of the battle . Here had the conqueft fully been feal'd up , If fir John ...
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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.