The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... mean and profaical , than in the generality of his ge- nuine compofitions . THEOBALD . Like many others , I was long ftruck with the many evident Shak- fpearianifms in thefe plays , which appeared to me to carry fuch decifive weight ...
... mean and profaical , than in the generality of his ge- nuine compofitions . THEOBALD . Like many others , I was long ftruck with the many evident Shak- fpearianifms in thefe plays , which appeared to me to carry fuch decifive weight ...
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... means fhall we found what skill she hath . [ Retires . Enter LA PUCELLE , Baftard of Orleans , and Others . Reig . Fair maid , is't thou wilt do thefe wondrous feats ? Puc . Reignier , is't thou that thinkest to beguile me ? — Where ...
... means fhall we found what skill she hath . [ Retires . Enter LA PUCELLE , Baftard of Orleans , and Others . Reig . Fair maid , is't thou wilt do thefe wondrous feats ? Puc . Reignier , is't thou that thinkest to beguile me ? — Where ...
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... mean ? Alen . He may mean more than we poor men do know : These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues . Reig . My lord , where are you ? what devise you on ? Shall we give over Orleans , or no ? Puc . Why , no , I fay ...
... mean ? Alen . He may mean more than we poor men do know : These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues . Reig . My lord , where are you ? what devise you on ? Shall we give over Orleans , or no ? Puc . Why , no , I fay ...
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... means this ? Glo . Piel'd priest , dost thou command me to be shut out ? Win . I do , thou moft ufurping proditor , And not ... mean to tug it , and to cuff you foundly : Under my feet I ftamp thy cardinal's hat ; In fpite of pope , or ...
... means this ? Glo . Piel'd priest , dost thou command me to be shut out ? Win . I do , thou moft ufurping proditor , And not ... mean to tug it , and to cuff you foundly : Under my feet I ftamp thy cardinal's hat ; In fpite of pope , or ...
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... means got'st thou to be releas'd ? Difcourfe , I pr'ythee , on this turret's top . Tal . The duke of Bedford had a prisoner , Called the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles ; For him I was exchang'd and ransomed . But with a bafer man of ...
... means got'st thou to be releas'd ? Difcourfe , I pr'ythee , on this turret's top . Tal . The duke of Bedford had a prisoner , Called the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles ; For him I was exchang'd and ransomed . But with a bafer man of ...
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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.