The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Some words there grew ' twixt Somerset and me : Among which terms , he us'd his lavish tongue , And did upbraid me with my father's death ; Which obloquy set bars before my tongue , Elfe with the like I had requited him : Therefore ...
... Some words there grew ' twixt Somerset and me : Among which terms , he us'd his lavish tongue , And did upbraid me with my father's death ; Which obloquy set bars before my tongue , Elfe with the like I had requited him : Therefore ...
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... : Now where's the Bastard's braves , and Charles his gleeks ? What , all a - mort ? Roüen hangs her head for grief , That such a valiant company are fled . Now Now will we take some order in the town , 52 Act 111 . FIRST PART OF.
... : Now where's the Bastard's braves , and Charles his gleeks ? What , all a - mort ? Roüen hangs her head for grief , That such a valiant company are fled . Now Now will we take some order in the town , 52 Act 111 . FIRST PART OF.
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William Shakespeare. Now will we take some order in the town , Placing therein fome expert officers ; And then depart to ... some holy place , E 3 And And have thee reverenc'd like a bleffed faint ; Employ Act 111 . 33 KING HENRY VI . 53.
William Shakespeare. Now will we take some order in the town , Placing therein fome expert officers ; And then depart to ... some holy place , E 3 And And have thee reverenc'd like a bleffed faint ; Employ Act 111 . 33 KING HENRY VI . 53.
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... Some of his baftard blood ; and , in disgrace , Bespoke him thus : Contaminated , bafe , And mifbegotten blood I fpill of thine , : - Mean and right poor ; for that pure blood of mine , Which thou didst force from Talbot , my brave boy ...
... Some of his baftard blood ; and , in disgrace , Bespoke him thus : Contaminated , bafe , And mifbegotten blood I fpill of thine , : - Mean and right poor ; for that pure blood of mine , Which thou didst force from Talbot , my brave boy ...
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... Some fudden qualm hath struck me at the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further . K. Hen . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , —It is further agreed between them , that the duchies of Anjou and Maine ...
... Some fudden qualm hath struck me at the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further . K. Hen . Uncle of Winchester , I pray , read on . Win . Item , —It is further agreed between them , that the duchies of Anjou and Maine ...
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Страница 56 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.