The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... himself king , and suppress the prince . Glo . I will not answer thee with words , but blows . [ Here they fkirmish again . May . Nought refts for me , in this tumultuous ftrife , But to make open proclamation : - Come , officer ; as ...
... himself king , and suppress the prince . Glo . I will not answer thee with words , but blows . [ Here they fkirmish again . May . Nought refts for me , in this tumultuous ftrife , But to make open proclamation : - Come , officer ; as ...
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... himself ? These are his fubftance , finews , arms , and strength , With which he yoketh your rebellious necks ; Razeth your cities , and fubverts your towns , And in a moment makes them defolate . 4 Count . Count . Victorious Talbot ...
... himself ? These are his fubftance , finews , arms , and strength , With which he yoketh your rebellious necks ; Razeth your cities , and fubverts your towns , And in a moment makes them defolate . 4 Count . Count . Victorious Talbot ...
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... himself.- Even like a man new haled from the rack , So fare my limbs with long imprisonment : And these grey locks , the purfuivants of death , Neftor - like aged , in an age of care , Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer . These eyes ...
... himself.- Even like a man new haled from the rack , So fare my limbs with long imprisonment : And these grey locks , the purfuivants of death , Neftor - like aged , in an age of care , Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer . These eyes ...
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... himself ? Adorn his temples with a coronet ; And yet , in substance and authority , Retain but privilege of a private man ? This proffer is abfurd and reafonless . Char . ' Tis known , already , that I am poffefs'd With more than half ...
... himself ? Adorn his temples with a coronet ; And yet , in substance and authority , Retain but privilege of a private man ? This proffer is abfurd and reafonless . Char . ' Tis known , already , that I am poffefs'd With more than half ...
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... himself ? - • Coufin of Somerset , join you with me , And all together , with the duke of Suffolk , - • We'll quickly hoise duke Humphrey from his feat . " Car . This weighty business will not brook delay ; " I'll to the duke of Suffolk ...
... himself ? - • Coufin of Somerset , join you with me , And all together , with the duke of Suffolk , - • We'll quickly hoise duke Humphrey from his feat . " Car . This weighty business will not brook delay ; " I'll to the duke of Suffolk ...
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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.