The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Clif . What fay ye , countrymen ? will ye And yield to mercy , whilst ' tis offer'd you ; ' Or let a rabble lead you ... Clif . Clif . Is Cade the fon of Henry the fifth & IV . 93 KING HENRY VI .
... Clif . What fay ye , countrymen ? will ye And yield to mercy , whilst ' tis offer'd you ; ' Or let a rabble lead you ... Clif . Clif . Is Cade the fon of Henry the fifth & IV . 93 KING HENRY VI .
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William Shakespeare. Clif . Is Cade the fon of Henry the fifth , That thus you do exclaim - you'll go with him ? Will he conduct you through the heart of France , And make the meaneft of you earls and dukes ? Alas , he hath no home , no ...
William Shakespeare. Clif . Is Cade the fon of Henry the fifth , That thus you do exclaim - you'll go with him ? Will he conduct you through the heart of France , And make the meaneft of you earls and dukes ? Alas , he hath no home , no ...
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... Clif . He's fled , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; And humbly thus with halters on their necks Expect your highness ' doom , of life , or death . K. Hen . Then , heaven , fet ope thy everlasting gates , • To • To entertain my ...
... Clif . He's fled , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; And humbly thus with halters on their necks Expect your highness ' doom , of life , or death . K. Hen . Then , heaven , fet ope thy everlasting gates , • To • To entertain my ...
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... Clif . Health and all happiness to my lord the king ! [ Kneels . • York . I thank thee , Clifford : Say , what news ... Clif " Clif . This is my king , York , Aa v . 105 KING HENRY VI .
... Clif . Health and all happiness to my lord the king ! [ Kneels . • York . I thank thee , Clifford : Say , what news ... Clif " Clif . This is my king , York , Aa v . 105 KING HENRY VI .
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... Clif . He is a traitor ; let him to the Tower , And chop away that factious pate of his . 2. Mar. He is arrested , but will not obey ; His fons , he fays , fhall give their words for him . York . Will you not , fons ? Edw . Ay , noble ...
... Clif . He is a traitor ; let him to the Tower , And chop away that factious pate of his . 2. Mar. He is arrested , but will not obey ; His fons , he fays , fhall give their words for him . York . Will you not , fons ? Edw . Ay , noble ...
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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.