The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 63
Sivu 1
... foul will make , Than Julius Cæfar , or bright— Enter a Messenger . Mef . My honourable lords , health to you all ! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France , Of lofs , of flaughter , and discomfiture : Guienne , Champaigne , Rheims ...
... foul will make , Than Julius Cæfar , or bright— Enter a Messenger . Mef . My honourable lords , health to you all ! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France , Of lofs , of flaughter , and discomfiture : Guienne , Champaigne , Rheims ...
Sivu 20
... foul to him thou ferv'st . Puc . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace thee . [ They fight . Tal . Heavens , can you fuffer hell fo to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage , And from my shoulders crack my ...
... foul to him thou ferv'st . Puc . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace thee . [ They fight . Tal . Heavens , can you fuffer hell fo to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage , And from my shoulders crack my ...
Sivu 26
... foul ; For every drop of blood was drawn from him , There hath at least five Frenchmen dy'd to - night . And , that hereafter ages may behold What ruin happen'd in revenge of him , Within their chiefeft temple I'll erect A tomb ...
... foul ; For every drop of blood was drawn from him , There hath at least five Frenchmen dy'd to - night . And , that hereafter ages may behold What ruin happen'd in revenge of him , Within their chiefeft temple I'll erect A tomb ...
Sivu 35
... foul , this pale and angry rofe , As cognizance of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever , and my faction ... fouls to death and deadly night . Plan . Good master Vernon , I am bound to you , That you on my behalf would pluck a ...
... foul , this pale and angry rofe , As cognizance of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever , and my faction ... fouls to death and deadly night . Plan . Good master Vernon , I am bound to you , That you on my behalf would pluck a ...
Sivu 39
... foul ! And profperous be thy life , in peace and war ! In prifon haft thou spent a pilgrimage , And like a hermit overpafs'd thy days.- Well , I will lock his counsel in my breast ; And what I do imagine , let that reft.— Keepers ...
... foul ! And profperous be thy life , in peace and war ! In prifon haft thou spent a pilgrimage , And like a hermit overpafs'd thy days.- Well , I will lock his counsel in my breast ; And what I do imagine , let that reft.— Keepers ...
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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.