The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... fuch a situation at so early a period . MALONE . The chief argument on which the first paragraph of the foregoing note depends , is not , in my opinion , conclufive . This historical play might have been one of our author's earliest ...
... fuch a situation at so early a period . MALONE . The chief argument on which the first paragraph of the foregoing note depends , is not , in my opinion , conclufive . This historical play might have been one of our author's earliest ...
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... fuch a multitude . Exe . Remember , lords , your oaths to Henry sworn ; Either to quell the Dauphin utterly , Or bring him in obedience to your yoke . Bed . I do remember it ; and here take leave , To go about my preparation . [ Exit ...
... fuch a multitude . Exe . Remember , lords , your oaths to Henry sworn ; Either to quell the Dauphin utterly , Or bring him in obedience to your yoke . Bed . I do remember it ; and here take leave , To go about my preparation . [ Exit ...
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... fuch courage and audacity ? Char . Let's leave this town ; for they are hairbrain'd flaves , And hunger will enforce them to be more eager : Of old I know them ; rather with their teeth The walls they'll tear down , than forsake the ...
... fuch courage and audacity ? Char . Let's leave this town ; for they are hairbrain'd flaves , And hunger will enforce them to be more eager : Of old I know them ; rather with their teeth The walls they'll tear down , than forsake the ...
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... fuch stomachs bear ! I myself fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . France . Before Orleans . Enter , on the walls , the Master - Gunner and his Son . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is befieg'd ; And how the ...
... fuch stomachs bear ! I myself fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . France . Before Orleans . Enter , on the walls , the Master - Gunner and his Son . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is befieg'd ; And how the ...
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... fuch is thy audacious wickedness , Thy lewd , pestiferous , and dissensious pranks , As very infants prattle of thy pride . Thou art a most pernicious ufurer ; Froward by nature , enemy to peace ; Lascivious , wanton , more than well ...
... fuch is thy audacious wickedness , Thy lewd , pestiferous , and dissensious pranks , As very infants prattle of thy pride . Thou art a most pernicious ufurer ; Froward by nature , enemy to peace ; Lascivious , wanton , more than well ...
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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.