The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Sivu 17
... brave lord Ponton de Santrailles ; For him I was exchang'd and ransomed . But with a bafer man of arms by far , Once , in contempt , they would have barter'd me : Which I , difdaining , fcorn'd : and craved death Rather than I would be ...
... brave lord Ponton de Santrailles ; For him I was exchang'd and ransomed . But with a bafer man of arms by far , Once , in contempt , they would have barter'd me : Which I , difdaining , fcorn'd : and craved death Rather than I would be ...
Sivu 24
... brave Talbot ; we will follow thee . Tal . Not all together : better far , I guess , That we do make our entrance feveral ways ; That , if it chance the one of us do fail , The other yet may rise against their force . Bed . Agreed ; I ...
... brave Talbot ; we will follow thee . Tal . Not all together : better far , I guess , That we do make our entrance feveral ways ; That , if it chance the one of us do fail , The other yet may rise against their force . Bed . Agreed ; I ...
Sivu 51
... brave Burgundy , But gather we our forces out of hand , And fet upon our boasting enemy . muting [ Exeunt BURGUNDY , TALBOT , and Forces , leaving BEDFORD , and Others . E 2 Alarum : Alarum : Excurfions . Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE , and ...
... brave Burgundy , But gather we our forces out of hand , And fet upon our boasting enemy . muting [ Exeunt BURGUNDY , TALBOT , and Forces , leaving BEDFORD , and Others . E 2 Alarum : Alarum : Excurfions . Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE , and ...
Sivu 55
... Brave Burgundy , undoubted hope of France ! Stay , let thy humble handmaid fpeak to thee . Bur . Speak on ; but be not over - tedious . Puc . Look on thy country , look on fertile France , And fee the cities and the towns defac'd By ...
... Brave Burgundy , undoubted hope of France ! Stay , let thy humble handmaid fpeak to thee . Bur . Speak on ; but be not over - tedious . Puc . Look on thy country , look on fertile France , And fee the cities and the towns defac'd By ...
Sivu 56
... brave duke ! thy friendship makes us fresh . Baft . And doth beget new courage in our breasts . Alen . Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this , And doth deferve a coronet of gold . Char . Now let us on , my lords , and join our ...
... brave duke ! thy friendship makes us fresh . Baft . And doth beget new courage in our breasts . Alen . Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this , And doth deferve a coronet of gold . Char . Now let us on , my lords , and join our ...
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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
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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.