The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, Nide 4 |
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Sivu 191
Here they Fight , and Joan de Pucelle overcomes . Dau . Stay , stay thy Hands ,
thou art an Amazon , And fighteft with the Sword of Debora . Pucel . Christ's
Mother helps me , else I were too weak : Dau . Who e'er helps thee , ' tis thou that
must ...
Here they Fight , and Joan de Pucelle overcomes . Dau . Stay , stay thy Hands ,
thou art an Amazon , And fighteft with the Sword of Debora . Pucel . Christ's
Mother helps me , else I were too weak : Dau . Who e'er helps thee , ' tis thou that
must ...
Sivu 236
To fight I will , but not to fly the Foe .. Tal . Part of thy Father may be fav'd in thee .
John . No part of him but will be shame in me . Tal . Thou never hadft Renown ,
nor canst not lose it . John . Yes , your renowned Name ; shall fight abuse it ? Tal
.
To fight I will , but not to fly the Foe .. Tal . Part of thy Father may be fav'd in thee .
John . No part of him but will be shame in me . Tal . Thou never hadft Renown ,
nor canst not lose it . John . Yes , your renowned Name ; shall fight abuse it ? Tal
.
Sivu 237
St. George , and Victory , fight Soldiers , fight : The Regent hath with Talbot broke
his Word , And left us to the rage of France's Sword . Where is John Talbot ?
Pause , and take thy Breath , I gave thee Life , and rescu'd thee from Death . John
.
St. George , and Victory , fight Soldiers , fight : The Regent hath with Talbot broke
his Word , And left us to the rage of France's Sword . Where is John Talbot ?
Pause , and take thy Breath , I gave thee Life , and rescu'd thee from Death . John
.
Sivu 274
Alas , my Lord , 1 cannot fight ; for God's fake pity my Case ; the spight of my
Master prevaileth against me . Ó Lord have mercy upon me , I shall never be able
to fight a blow : 0 Lord , my Heart . Glo . Sirrah , or you must fight ; or else be hang
'd ...
Alas , my Lord , 1 cannot fight ; for God's fake pity my Case ; the spight of my
Master prevaileth against me . Ó Lord have mercy upon me , I shall never be able
to fight a blow : 0 Lord , my Heart . Glo . Sirrah , or you must fight ; or else be hang
'd ...
Sivu 424
And he that will not fight for such a Hope , Go home to Bed , and like the Owl by
Day , If he arise , be mock'd and wonder'd at . Queen . Thanks , gentle Somerset ,
sweet Oxford thanks , Prin . And take his Thanks , that yet hath nothing else .
And he that will not fight for such a Hope , Go home to Bed , and like the Owl by
Day , If he arise , be mock'd and wonder'd at . Queen . Thanks , gentle Somerset ,
sweet Oxford thanks , Prin . And take his Thanks , that yet hath nothing else .
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Sivu 103 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Sivu 66 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Sivu 151 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Sivu 44 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased : The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Sivu 103 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Sivu 367 - 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...
Sivu 367 - 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 150 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Sivu 122 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Sivu 165 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.