The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... once more yield the ghost . Exe . How were they loft ? what treachery was us'd ' ? Mef . No treachery ; but want of men and money . Among the foldiers this is muttered , — That here you maintain feveral factions ; And , whilst a field ...
... once more yield the ghost . Exe . How were they loft ? what treachery was us'd ' ? Mef . No treachery ; but want of men and money . Among the foldiers this is muttered , — That here you maintain feveral factions ; And , whilst a field ...
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... once in the face . Bed . Is Talbot flain ? then I will flay myself , For living idly here , in pomp and ease , Whilft fuch a worthy leader , wanting aid , Unto his daftard foe - men is betray'd . 3 Mes . O no , he lives ; but is took ...
... once in the face . Bed . Is Talbot flain ? then I will flay myself , For living idly here , in pomp and ease , Whilft fuch a worthy leader , wanting aid , Unto his daftard foe - men is betray'd . 3 Mes . O no , he lives ; but is took ...
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... once subdu'd . Excellent Pucelle , if thy name be so , Let me thy fervant , and not fovereign , be ; ' Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus . Puc . I must not yield to any rites of love , For my profeffion's facred from above ...
... once subdu'd . Excellent Pucelle , if thy name be so , Let me thy fervant , and not fovereign , be ; ' Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus . Puc . I must not yield to any rites of love , For my profeffion's facred from above ...
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... once . Char . Was Mahomet infpired with a dove ? Thou with an eagle art infpired then . Helen , the mother of great Conftantine , Nor yet faint Philip's daughters , were like thee . Bright ftar of Venus , fall'n down on the earth , How ...
... once . Char . Was Mahomet infpired with a dove ? Thou with an eagle art infpired then . Helen , the mother of great Conftantine , Nor yet faint Philip's daughters , were like thee . Bright ftar of Venus , fall'n down on the earth , How ...
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... once in forty year . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . France . Before Orleans . Enter , on the walls , the Mafter - Gunner and his Son . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'ft how Orleans is befieg'd ; And how the English have the fuburbs won . Son ...
... once in forty year . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . France . Before Orleans . Enter , on the walls , the Mafter - Gunner and his Son . M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'ft how Orleans is befieg'd ; And how the English have the fuburbs won . Son ...
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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.