The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Afide . [ A noise within ; Down with the tawny coats ! What tumult's this ? War . An uproar , I dare warrant , Begun through malice of the bishop's men . [ A noife again ; Stones ! Stones ! Enter the Mayor of London , attended . May . O ...
... Afide . [ A noise within ; Down with the tawny coats ! What tumult's this ? War . An uproar , I dare warrant , Begun through malice of the bishop's men . [ A noife again ; Stones ! Stones ! Enter the Mayor of London , attended . May . O ...
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... of truce , Betwixt ourselves , and all our followers : So help me God , as I diffemble not ! Win . So help me God , as I intend it not ! [ Afide . K. Hen . K. Hen . O loving uncle , kind duke of Act 111 . 45 KING HENRY VI.
... of truce , Betwixt ourselves , and all our followers : So help me God , as I diffemble not ! Win . So help me God , as I intend it not ! [ Afide . K. Hen . K. Hen . O loving uncle , kind duke of Act 111 . 45 KING HENRY VI.
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... Afide . K. Hen . When Glofter fays the word , king Henry goes ; For friendly counfel cuts off many foes . Glo . Your fhips already are in readiness . [ Exeunt all but EXETER Exe . Ay , we may march in England , or in France , Not seeing ...
... Afide . K. Hen . When Glofter fays the word , king Henry goes ; For friendly counfel cuts off many foes . Glo . Your fhips already are in readiness . [ Exeunt all but EXETER Exe . Ay , we may march in England , or in France , Not seeing ...
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... Afide . Mar. Why fpeak'st thou not ? what ranfom muit I pay ? Suf . She's beautiful ; and therefore to be woo'd : She is a woman ; therefore to be won . [ Afide . Mar. Wilt thou accept of ranfom , yea , or no ? Suf . Fond man ! remember ...
... Afide . Mar. Why fpeak'st thou not ? what ranfom muit I pay ? Suf . She's beautiful ; and therefore to be woo'd : She is a woman ; therefore to be won . [ Afide . Mar. Wilt thou accept of ranfom , yea , or no ? Suf . Fond man ! remember ...
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... Afide . Suf . Lady , vouchfafe to liften what I say . Mar. Perhaps , I fhall be refcu'd by the French ; And then I need not crave his courtesy . [ Afide . Suf . Sweet madam , give me hearing in a cause― Mar. Tufh ! women have been ...
... Afide . Suf . Lady , vouchfafe to liften what I say . Mar. Perhaps , I fhall be refcu'd by the French ; And then I need not crave his courtesy . [ Afide . Suf . Sweet madam , give me hearing in a cause― Mar. Tufh ! women have been ...
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Página 56 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.