 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 884 sivua
...shall have each a hundred Englishmen. Exeunt Flourish. Enter Chorus IV CHORUS Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly... | |
 | James H. McRandle - 1994 - 236 sivua
...is waiting. Shakespeare gives a brilliant evocation of this mood and time: Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly... | |
 | Jim N. Lobley - 1995 - 256 sivua
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 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 sivua
...spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry! England and Saint George!' 32 Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly... | |
 | Dale Hoak - 2002 - 356 sivua
...once more asks the audience to participate in creating the dramatic scene: 'Now entertain conjecture of a time / When creeping murmur and the poring dark / Fills the wide vessel of the universe' (1-3). However, the meanings of his repeated pleas for audience participation... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 sivua
...conjecture of a time JL N| When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. teal away your hearts: I stilly sounds, That the hxt sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch: Fire... | |
 | J. Allen Suddeth - 1996 - 376 sivua
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 | Pauline Kiernan - 1998 - 236 sivua
...we have seen Henry embark for Harfleur (Chorus HI, 1-35); who asks us to 'Now entertain conjecture of a time / When creeping murmur and the poring dark / Fills the wide vessel of the universe' on the eve of Agincourt (Chorus iy 1-53, my emphasis). For those of us who... | |
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Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The... 
