The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Dead march . Westminster Abbey . Corpfe of King Henry the Fifth discovered , lying in state ; attended on by the Dukes of BEDFORD , GLOSTER , and EXETER ; the earl of WARWICK ; the Bishop of WINCHESTER , Heralds , & c . Bedford . H UNG ...
... Dead march . Westminster Abbey . Corpfe of King Henry the Fifth discovered , lying in state ; attended on by the Dukes of BEDFORD , GLOSTER , and EXETER ; the earl of WARWICK ; the Bishop of WINCHESTER , Heralds , & c . Bedford . H UNG ...
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... dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's dishonourable victory We with our stately prefence glorify , Like captives bound to a triumphant car . What ? fhall we curfe the planets of mishap , That ...
... dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's dishonourable victory We with our stately prefence glorify , Like captives bound to a triumphant car . What ? fhall we curfe the planets of mishap , That ...
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... dead.— Pofterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ' moift eyes babes fhall fuck ; Our ifle be made a nourish of falt tears , And none but women left to wail the dead.— Henry the fifth ! thy ghoft I invocate ; Profper ...
... dead.— Pofterity , await for wretched years , When at their mothers ' moift eyes babes fhall fuck ; Our ifle be made a nourish of falt tears , And none but women left to wail the dead.— Henry the fifth ! thy ghoft I invocate ; Profper ...
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... dead lord ; Thou , that giv'ft whores indulgences to fin : I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat , If thou proceed in this thy infolence . Win . Nay , ftand thou back , I will not budge a foot ; This be Damafcus , be thou cursed ...
... dead lord ; Thou , that giv'ft whores indulgences to fin : I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat , If thou proceed in this thy infolence . Win . Nay , ftand thou back , I will not budge a foot ; This be Damafcus , be thou cursed ...
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... dead and gone , Remember to avenge me on the French.— Plantagenet , I will ; and Nero - like , Play on the lute , beholding the towns burn : Wretched fhall France be only in my name . [ Thunder heard ; afterwards an alarum . What ftir ...
... dead and gone , Remember to avenge me on the French.— Plantagenet , I will ; and Nero - like , Play on the lute , beholding the towns burn : Wretched fhall France be only in my name . [ Thunder heard ; afterwards an alarum . What ftir ...
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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.