The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with CuttsJacob Tonson at Shakespear's-head over-against Catherine-Street in the Strand, 1714 |
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Sivu 184
... fight . The Battels of the Lord of Hofts he fought ; The Churches Prayers made him fo profperous .. Glo . The Church ? Where is it ? Had not Church - men pray'd , His thread of Life had not fo foon decay'd . None do you like , but an ...
... fight . The Battels of the Lord of Hofts he fought ; The Churches Prayers made him fo profperous .. Glo . The Church ? Where is it ? Had not Church - men pray'd , His thread of Life had not fo foon decay'd . None do you like , but an ...
Sivu 185
... forth her flowing Tides . Bed . Me they concern , Regent Iam of France ; Give me my feeled Coat , I'll fight for France . Away with thefe difgraceful wailing Robes ; Wounds Wounds will I lend the French , instead of Eyes King HENRY VI .
... forth her flowing Tides . Bed . Me they concern , Regent Iam of France ; Give me my feeled Coat , I'll fight for France . Away with thefe difgraceful wailing Robes ; Wounds Wounds will I lend the French , instead of Eyes King HENRY VI .
Sivu 186
... fight it out . Bed . Glofter , why doubt'ft thou of my forwardness ? An Army ave I mufter'd in my Thoughts , Wherewith already France is over - run . Enter a Third Messenger . 3 Meff . My Gracious Lords , to add to your Laments ...
... fight it out . Bed . Glofter , why doubt'ft thou of my forwardness ? An Army ave I mufter'd in my Thoughts , Wherewith already France is over - run . Enter a Third Messenger . 3 Meff . My Gracious Lords , to add to your Laments ...
Sivu 191
... Fight ' till the laft gafp ; for I'll be your guard . Dau . What the fays I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out . Pucel . Affign'd I am to be the English Scourge . This Night the Siege affuredly I'll raife : Expect Saint Martin's Summer ...
... Fight ' till the laft gafp ; for I'll be your guard . Dau . What the fays I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out . Pucel . Affign'd I am to be the English Scourge . This Night the Siege affuredly I'll raife : Expect Saint Martin's Summer ...
Sivu 194
... fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt Enter the Master - Gunner of Orleans , and his Boy . M. Gun . Sirra , thou know't how Orleans is befieg'd , And how the English have the Suburbs won . Boy . Father , I know , and oft have shot at ...
... fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt Enter the Master - Gunner of Orleans , and his Boy . M. Gun . Sirra , thou know't how Orleans is befieg'd , And how the English have the Suburbs won . Boy . Father , I know , and oft have shot at ...
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Alarum anſwer Arms art thou Baft Becauſe Blood Brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Crown curfe Dauphin Death doft doth Duke Humphry Duke of Burgundy Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Henry Exeunt Exit faid falfe Father fear felves fhall fhould fight firft flain Foes fome fpeak France Friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet Glofter Grace Hand hath Heart Heav'n Henry's himſelf Honour Houſe Iden Jack Cade John of Gaunt loft Lord Lord Protector Love Madam Mafter Majefty Margaret muft muſt ne'er Noble Peace Plantagenet pleaſe Pleaſure Poft prefently Prifoner Prince Protector Pucel Queen reft Reig Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Rofe Salisbury ſhall Soldiers Somerfet Soul Sovereign ſpeak ſtand Suffolk Sword Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thou art thou shalt thouſand Traitor Treafon unto Warwick whofe wilt
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Sivu 375 - 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...
Sivu 375 - 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...
Sivu 376 - ... treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth! And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Sivu 375 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes! it doth; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His...