The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Because he is protector of the realm ; And would have armour here out of the Tower , To crown himself king , and suppress the prince . Glo . I will not answer thee with words , but blows . [ Here they fkirmish again . May . Nought refts ...
... Because he is protector of the realm ; And would have armour here out of the Tower , To crown himself king , and suppress the prince . Glo . I will not answer thee with words , but blows . [ Here they fkirmish again . May . Nought refts ...
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... because no one should fway but he ; No one , but he , should be about the king ; And that engenders thunder in his breast , And makes him roar thefe accufations forth . But he fhall know , I am as good- Glo . As good ? Thou baftard of ...
... because no one should fway but he ; No one , but he , should be about the king ; And that engenders thunder in his breast , And makes him roar thefe accufations forth . But he fhall know , I am as good- Glo . As good ? Thou baftard of ...
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... Because I ever found them as myself . Tal . Undaunted fpirit in a dying breast ! Then be it fo : -Heavens keep old Bedford fafe ! And now no more ado , brave Burgundy , But gather we our forces out of hand , And fet upon our boasting ...
... Because I ever found them as myself . Tal . Undaunted fpirit in a dying breast ! Then be it fo : -Heavens keep old Bedford fafe ! And now no more ado , brave Burgundy , But gather we our forces out of hand , And fet upon our boasting ...
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... Because till now we never faw your face : Therefore , stand up ; and , for these good deferts , We here create you earl of Shrewsbury ; And in our coronation take your place . [ Exeunt King HENRY , GLOSTER , TALBOT , and Nobles . Ver ...
... Because till now we never faw your face : Therefore , stand up ; and , for these good deferts , We here create you earl of Shrewsbury ; And in our coronation take your place . [ Exeunt King HENRY , GLOSTER , TALBOT , and Nobles . Ver ...
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... thy craven's leg , [ Flucking it off . ( Which I have done ) because unworthily Thou waft installed in that high degree.- Pardon Pardon me , princely Henry , and the rest : Act IV . KING HENRY VI . 59 ACT IV. SCENE I. ...
... thy craven's leg , [ Flucking it off . ( Which I have done ) because unworthily Thou waft installed in that high degree.- Pardon Pardon me , princely Henry , and the rest : Act IV . KING HENRY VI . 59 ACT IV. SCENE I. ...
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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.