The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... , Officers , Soldiers , Meffengers , and feveral Attend- ants both on the English and French . SCENE , partly in England , and partly in France . ACT I. SCENE I. Westminster Abbey . Corpse of King PERSONS REPRESENTED .
... , Officers , Soldiers , Meffengers , and feveral Attend- ants both on the English and French . SCENE , partly in England , and partly in France . ACT I. SCENE I. Westminster Abbey . Corpse of King PERSONS REPRESENTED .
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... English nobility ! Let not sloth dim your honours , new - begot : Cropp'd are the flower - de - luces in your arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this funeral , These tidings would call forth ...
... English nobility ! Let not sloth dim your honours , new - begot : Cropp'd are the flower - de - luces in your arms ; Of England's coat one half is cut away . Exe . Were our tears wanting to this funeral , These tidings would call forth ...
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... English army is grown weak and faint : The earl of Salisbury craveth fupply , And hardly keeps his men from mutiny , Since they , so few , watch fuch a multitude . Exe . Remember , lords , your oaths to Henry sworn ; Either to quell the ...
... English army is grown weak and faint : The earl of Salisbury craveth fupply , And hardly keeps his men from mutiny , Since they , so few , watch fuch a multitude . Exe . Remember , lords , your oaths to Henry sworn ; Either to quell the ...
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... English side ; Now we are victors , upon us he smiles . What towns of any moment , but we have ? At pleasure here we lie , near Orleans ; Otherwhiles , the famish'd English , like pale ghosts , Faintly befiege us one hour in a month ...
... English side ; Now we are victors , upon us he smiles . What towns of any moment , but we have ? At pleasure here we lie , near Orleans ; Otherwhiles , the famish'd English , like pale ghosts , Faintly befiege us one hour in a month ...
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... English forth the bounds of France . The spirit of deep prophecy she hath , Exceeding the nine fibyls of old Rome ; What's past , and what's to come , she can descry . Speak , shall I call her in ? Believe my words , For they are ...
... English forth the bounds of France . The spirit of deep prophecy she hath , Exceeding the nine fibyls of old Rome ; What's past , and what's to come , she can descry . Speak , shall I call her in ? Believe my words , For they are ...
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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.