The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... prince , An if your grace mark every circumstance , You have great reason to do Richard right : Efpecially , for thofe occafions At Eltham - place I told your majesty . K. Hen . And those occafions , uncle , were of force : Therefore ...
... prince , An if your grace mark every circumstance , You have great reason to do Richard right : Efpecially , for thofe occafions At Eltham - place I told your majesty . K. Hen . And those occafions , uncle , were of force : Therefore ...
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... prince , the mighty duke of York ! Som . Perish , base prince , ignoble duke of York ! Glo . Now will it beft avail your majesty , To cross the feas , and to be crown'd in France : The prefence of a king engenders love Amongst his ...
... prince , the mighty duke of York ! Som . Perish , base prince , ignoble duke of York ! Glo . Now will it beft avail your majesty , To cross the feas , and to be crown'd in France : The prefence of a king engenders love Amongst his ...
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... prince , The valiant duke of Bedford : -Come , my lord , We will bestow you in fome better place , Fitter for fickness , and for crazy age . Bed . Lord Talbot , do not fo dishonour me : Here will I fit before the walls of Rouen , And ...
... prince , The valiant duke of Bedford : -Come , my lord , We will bestow you in fome better place , Fitter for fickness , and for crazy age . Bed . Lord Talbot , do not fo dishonour me : Here will I fit before the walls of Rouen , And ...
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... prince , —and honourable peers , —— Hearing of your arrival in this realm , I have a while given truce unto my wars , To do my duty to my sovereign : In fign whereof , this arm - that hath reclaim'd To your obedience fifty fortreffes ...
... prince , —and honourable peers , —— Hearing of your arrival in this realm , I have a while given truce unto my wars , To do my duty to my sovereign : In fign whereof , this arm - that hath reclaim'd To your obedience fifty fortreffes ...
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... prince ! Som . And this is mine ; Sweet Henry , favour him ! K.Hen . Be patient lords , and give them leave to speak.— Say , gentlemen , What makes you thus exclaim ? And wherefore crave you combat ? or with whom ? Ver . With him , my ...
... prince ! Som . And this is mine ; Sweet Henry , favour him ! K.Hen . Be patient lords , and give them leave to speak.— Say , gentlemen , What makes you thus exclaim ? And wherefore crave you combat ? or with whom ? Ver . With him , my ...
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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.