The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Sivu 10
... thee well , though never seen before . Be not amaz'd , there's nothing hid from me : In private will I talk with thee apart ; — Stand back , you lords , and give us leave awhile . Reig . She takes upon her bravely at first dash . Puc ...
... thee well , though never seen before . Be not amaz'd , there's nothing hid from me : In private will I talk with thee apart ; — Stand back , you lords , and give us leave awhile . Reig . She takes upon her bravely at first dash . Puc ...
Sivu 11
... thee , ' tis thou that must help ' me : Impatiently I burn with thy defire ; My heart and hands thou haft at once subdu'd . Excellent Pucelle , if thy name be so , Let me thy fervant , and not fovereign , be ; ' Tis the French Dauphin ...
... thee , ' tis thou that must help ' me : Impatiently I burn with thy defire ; My heart and hands thou haft at once subdu'd . Excellent Pucelle , if thy name be so , Let me thy fervant , and not fovereign , be ; ' Tis the French Dauphin ...
Sivu 12
... thee . Bright ftar of Venus , fall'n down on the earth , How may I reverently worship thee enough ? Alen . Leave off delays , and let us raise the fiege . Reig . Woman , do what thou canst to fave our honours ; Drive them from Orleans ...
... thee . Bright ftar of Venus , fall'n down on the earth , How may I reverently worship thee enough ? Alen . Leave off delays , and let us raise the fiege . Reig . Woman , do what thou canst to fave our honours ; Drive them from Orleans ...
Sivu 14
... thee back : Thy scarlet robes , as a child's bearing - cloth I'll use , to carry thee out of this place . Win . Do what thou dar'st ; I beard thee to thy face . Glo . What am I dar'd , and bearded to my face ? — Draw , men , for all ...
... thee back : Thy scarlet robes , as a child's bearing - cloth I'll use , to carry thee out of this place . Win . Do what thou dar'st ; I beard thee to thy face . Glo . What am I dar'd , and bearded to my face ? — Draw , men , for all ...
Sivu 15
... thee with words , but blows . [ Here they fkirmish again . May . Nought refts for me , in this tumultuous ftrife , But to make open proclamation : - Come , officer ; as loud as e'er thou canst . Off . All manner of men , assembled here ...
... thee with words , but blows . [ Here they fkirmish again . May . Nought refts for me , in this tumultuous ftrife , But to make open proclamation : - Come , officer ; as loud as e'er thou canst . Off . All manner of men , assembled here ...
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
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.