The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Sivu 16
... fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . France . Before Orleans . Enter , on the walls , the Mafter - Gunner and his Son . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'ft how Orleans is befieg'd ; And how the English have the fuburbs won ...
... fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . France . Before Orleans . Enter , on the walls , the Mafter - Gunner and his Son . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'ft how Orleans is befieg'd ; And how the English have the fuburbs won ...
Sivu 18
... fight will much delight thee.- Sir Thomas Gargrave , and fir William Glanfdale , Let me have your express opinions , Where is best place to make our battery next . Gar . I think , at the north gate ; for there ftand lords . Glan . And I ...
... fight will much delight thee.- Sir Thomas Gargrave , and fir William Glanfdale , Let me have your express opinions , Where is best place to make our battery next . Gar . I think , at the north gate ; for there ftand lords . Glan . And I ...
Sivu 20
... 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 arms afunder , But I will cháftife this high - minded ftrumpet . Puc . Talbot , farewell ...
... 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 arms afunder , But I will cháftife this high - minded ftrumpet . Puc . Talbot , farewell ...
Sivu 21
... fight , Or tear the lions out of England's coat ; Renounce your soil , give sheep in lions ' stead : Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf , Or horfe , or oxen , from the leopard , As you fly from your oft - subdued slaves ...
... fight , Or tear the lions out of England's coat ; Renounce your soil , give sheep in lions ' stead : Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf , Or horfe , or oxen , from the leopard , As you fly from your oft - subdued slaves ...
Sivu 27
... fight began , Rous'd on the fudden from their drowsy beds , They did , amongst the troops of armed men , Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field . Bur . Myfelf ( as far as I could well difcern , For fmoke , and dusky vapours of the ...
... fight began , Rous'd on the fudden from their drowsy beds , They did , amongst the troops of armed men , Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field . Bur . Myfelf ( as far as I could well difcern , For fmoke , and dusky vapours of the ...
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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.