The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... WARWICK . Earl of SALISBURY . Earl of SUFFOLK . Lord TALBOT , afterwards Earl of SHREWSBURY : JOHN TALBOT , his fon . EDMUND MORTIMER , Earl of March . Mortimer's Keeper , and a Lawyer . Sir JOHN FASTOLFE . Sir WILLIAM LUCY . Sir ...
... WARWICK . Earl of SALISBURY . Earl of SUFFOLK . Lord TALBOT , afterwards Earl of SHREWSBURY : JOHN TALBOT , his fon . EDMUND MORTIMER , Earl of March . Mortimer's Keeper , and a Lawyer . Sir JOHN FASTOLFE . Sir WILLIAM LUCY . Sir ...
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... Warwick , then between us . War . Between two hawks , which flies the higher pitch , Between two dogs , which hath the deeper mouth , Between two blades , which bears the better temper , Between two hores , which doth bear him beft ...
... Warwick , then between us . War . Between two hawks , which flies the higher pitch , Between two dogs , which hath the deeper mouth , Between two blades , which bears the better temper , Between two hores , which doth bear him beft ...
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... Warwick . Meantime , in signal of my love to thee , Against proud Somerfet , and William Poole , Will I upon thy party wear this rose : And here I prophecy , -This brawl to - day Grown to this faction , in the temple garden , Shall fend ...
... Warwick . Meantime , in signal of my love to thee , Against proud Somerfet , and William Poole , Will I upon thy party wear this rose : And here I prophecy , -This brawl to - day Grown to this faction , in the temple garden , Shall fend ...
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... Warwick ; -for , sweet prince , An if your grace mark every circumstance , You have great reason to do Richard right : Efpecially , for thofe occafions At Eltham - place I told your majesty . K. Hen . And those occafions , uncle , were ...
... Warwick ; -for , sweet prince , An if your grace mark every circumstance , You have great reason to do Richard right : Efpecially , for thofe occafions At Eltham - place I told your majesty . K. Hen . And those occafions , uncle , were ...
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... WARWICK , TAL- BOT , the Governour of Paris , and Others . Glo . Lord bishop , fet the crown upon his head . Win . God fave king Henry , of that name the fixth ! Glo . Now , governour of Paris , take your oath , - [ Governour kneels ...
... WARWICK , TAL- BOT , the Governour of Paris , and Others . Glo . Lord bishop , fet the crown upon his head . Win . God fave king Henry , of that name the fixth ! Glo . Now , governour of Paris , take your oath , - [ Governour kneels ...
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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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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.