The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... head ; For I intend to have it , ere long . [ Exeunt . May . See the coast clear'd , and then we will depart.— Good God ! that nobles fhould fuch ftomachs bear ! I myself fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . France ...
... head ; For I intend to have it , ere long . [ Exeunt . May . See the coast clear'd , and then we will depart.— Good God ! that nobles fhould fuch ftomachs bear ! I myself fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . France ...
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... head : The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join'd , — A holy prophetefs , new rifen up , - Is come with a great power to raise the siege . [ SALISBURY groans . Tal . Hear , hear , how dying Salisbury doth groan ! It irks his heart ...
... head : The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join'd , — A holy prophetefs , new rifen up , - Is come with a great power to raise the siege . [ SALISBURY groans . Tal . Hear , hear , how dying Salisbury doth groan ! It irks his heart ...
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... head . [ Alarum . Retreat . Exeunt TALBOT and his forces , & c . SCENE VI . The fame . Enter , on the walls , PUCELLE , CHARLES , REIGNIER , ALENÇON , and soldiers . Puc . Advance our waving colours on the walls ; Refcu'd is Orleans ...
... head . [ Alarum . Retreat . Exeunt TALBOT and his forces , & c . SCENE VI . The fame . Enter , on the walls , PUCELLE , CHARLES , REIGNIER , ALENÇON , and soldiers . Puc . Advance our waving colours on the walls ; Refcu'd is Orleans ...
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... head . Mor . That caufe , fair nephew , that imprison'd me , And hath detain'd me , all my flow'ring youth , Within a loathsome dungeon , there to pine , Was curfed inftrument of his decease . D 3 Plan . Plan . Discover more at large ...
... head . Mor . That caufe , fair nephew , that imprison'd me , And hath detain'd me , all my flow'ring youth , Within a loathsome dungeon , there to pine , Was curfed inftrument of his decease . D 3 Plan . Plan . Discover more at large ...
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... where's the Bastard's braves , and Charles his gleeks ? What , all a - mort ? Roüen hangs her head for grief , That such a valiant company are fled . Now Now will we take some order in the town , 52 Act 111 . FIRST PART OF.
... where's the Bastard's braves , and Charles his gleeks ? What , all a - mort ? Roüen hangs her head for grief , That such a valiant company are fled . Now Now will we take some order in the town , 52 Act 111 . FIRST PART OF.
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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.