The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... grace , Thruft Talbot with a fpear into the back ; Whom all France , with their chief affembled ftrength , Durft not presume to look once in the face . Bed . Is Talbot flain ? then I will flay myself , For living idly here , in pomp and ...
... grace , Thruft Talbot with a fpear into the back ; Whom all France , with their chief affembled ftrength , Durft not presume to look once in the face . Bed . Is Talbot flain ? then I will flay myself , For living idly here , in pomp and ...
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... grace . The prince's efpials have informed me , How the English , in the suburbs close intrench'd , Wont , through a fecret grate of iron bars In yonder tower , to overpeer the city ; And thence difcover , how , with most advantage ...
... grace . The prince's efpials have informed me , How the English , in the suburbs close intrench'd , Wont , through a fecret grate of iron bars In yonder tower , to overpeer the city ; And thence difcover , how , with most advantage ...
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... grace : The fun with one eye vieweth all the world.— Heaven , be thou gracious to none alive , If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands ! — Bear hence his body , I will help to bury it.- Sir Thomas Gargrave , haft thou any life ? Speak ...
... grace : The fun with one eye vieweth all the world.— Heaven , be thou gracious to none alive , If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands ! — Bear hence his body , I will help to bury it.- Sir Thomas Gargrave , haft thou any life ? Speak ...
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... grace ; His new - come champion , virtuous Joan of Arc ; Nor any of his falfe confederates . Bed . ' Tis thought , lord Talbot , when the fight began , Rous'd on the fudden from their drowsy beds , They did , amongst the troops of armed ...
... grace ; His new - come champion , virtuous Joan of Arc ; Nor any of his falfe confederates . Bed . ' Tis thought , lord Talbot , when the fight began , Rous'd on the fudden from their drowsy beds , They did , amongst the troops of armed ...
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... grace the yeoman , by converfing with him . War . Now , by Gcd's will , thou wrong'st him , Somer- . fet ; • His grandfather was Lionel duke of Clarence , Third fon to the third Edward king of England ; Spring creftless yeomen from fo ...
... grace the yeoman , by converfing with him . War . Now , by Gcd's will , thou wrong'st him , Somer- . fet ; • His grandfather was Lionel duke of Clarence , Third fon to the third Edward king of England ; Spring creftless yeomen from fo ...
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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.