The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... against hiftory , as far as the order of time is concerned . In- deed , though there are feveral mafter - ftrokes in these three plays , which inconteftibly betray the workmanship of Shakspeare ; yet I am almost doubtful , whether they ...
... against hiftory , as far as the order of time is concerned . In- deed , though there are feveral mafter - ftrokes in these three plays , which inconteftibly betray the workmanship of Shakspeare ; yet I am almost doubtful , whether they ...
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... against their faces . What should I fay ? his deeds exceed all speech : He ne'er lift up his hand , but conquered . Exe . We mourn in black ; why mourn blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ...
... against their faces . What should I fay ? his deeds exceed all speech : He ne'er lift up his hand , but conquered . Exe . We mourn in black ; why mourn blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ...
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... against God's peace and the king's , we charge and command you , in his bighness ' name , to repair to your feveral dwel- ling - places ; and not to wear , handle , or use , any fword , weapon , or dagger , benceforward , upon pain of ...
... against God's peace and the king's , we charge and command you , in his bighness ' name , to repair to your feveral dwel- ling - places ; and not to wear , handle , or use , any fword , weapon , or dagger , benceforward , upon pain of ...
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... against their force . Bed . Agreed ; I'll to yon corner . Bur . And I to this . Tal . And here will Talbot mount , or make his grave.- Now , Salisbury ! for thee , and for the right Of English Henry , fhall this night appear How much in ...
... against their force . Bed . Agreed ; I'll to yon corner . Bur . And I to this . Tal . And here will Talbot mount , or make his grave.- Now , Salisbury ! for thee , and for the right Of English Henry , fhall this night appear How much in ...
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... against your will . Ver . If I , my lord , for my opinion bleed , Opinion shall be furgeon to my hurt , And keep me on the fide where still I am . Som . Well , well , come on : Who else ? Law . Unless my study and my books be false ...
... against your will . Ver . If I , my lord , for my opinion bleed , Opinion shall be furgeon to my hurt , And keep me on the fide where still I am . Som . Well , well , come on : Who else ? Law . Unless my study and my books be false ...
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Afide againſt Alarum anſwer Baft Becauſe blood breaſt brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade cauſe Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward England Engliſh Enter King HENRY Exeunt Exit father fear fhall fight firſt flain foes foldiers fome foul fovereign France ftand fuch fword Glofter grace hath heart heaven Henry's highneſs himſelf honour houſe Humphrey Jack Cade Lancaſter lord lord protector madam mafter majeſty Meffenger muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble peace Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure preſently prifoner prince protector PUCELLE Queen MARGARET reaſon reft Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Saliſbury ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould Somerſet ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſuch Suffolk ſweet Talbot thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand traitor unto Warwick whofe Whoſe wilt Wincheſter yourſelf
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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.