The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... of Orleans , and Others . Reig . Fair maid , is't thou wilt do thefe wondrous feats ? Puc . Reignier , is't thou that thinkest to beguile me ? — Where ; Where is the Dauphin ? -come , come from Act 1 . 9 KING HENRY VI .
... of Orleans , and Others . Reig . Fair maid , is't thou wilt do thefe wondrous feats ? Puc . Reignier , is't thou that thinkest to beguile me ? — Where ; Where is the Dauphin ? -come , come from Act 1 . 9 KING HENRY VI .
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... wilt . Glo . I will not slay thee , but I'll drive thee back : Thy scarlet robes , as a child's bearing - cloth I'll use , to carry thee out of this place . Win . Do what thou dar'st ; I beard thee to thy face . Glo . What am I dar'd ...
... wilt . Glo . I will not slay thee , but I'll drive thee back : Thy scarlet robes , as a child's bearing - cloth I'll use , to carry thee out of this place . Win . Do what thou dar'st ; I beard thee to thy face . Glo . What am I dar'd ...
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... Wilt thou yet leave the battle , boy , and fly , Now thou art feal'd the fon of chivalry ? Fly , to revenge my death , when I am dead ; The help of one ftands me in little stead . O , too much folly is it , well I wot , To hazard all ...
... Wilt thou yet leave the battle , boy , and fly , Now thou art feal'd the fon of chivalry ? Fly , to revenge my death , when I am dead ; The help of one ftands me in little stead . O , too much folly is it , well I wot , To hazard all ...
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... wilt fight , fight by thy father's fide ; And , commendable prov'd , let's die in pride . [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . Another Part of the fame . Alarum : Excurfions . Enter TALBOT wounded , fupported by a Servant . Tal . Where is my other ...
... wilt fight , fight by thy father's fide ; And , commendable prov'd , let's die in pride . [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . Another Part of the fame . Alarum : Excurfions . Enter TALBOT wounded , fupported by a Servant . Tal . Where is my other ...
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... Char . So we be rid of them , do with ' em what thou wilt . And now to Paris in this conquering vein ; All will be ours now bloody Talbot's flain . [ Exeunt . ACT ACT V. SCENE I. London . A Room in the 78 Act IV . FIRST PART OF.
... Char . So we be rid of them , do with ' em what thou wilt . And now to Paris in this conquering vein ; All will be ours now bloody Talbot's flain . [ Exeunt . ACT ACT V. SCENE I. London . A Room in the 78 Act IV . FIRST PART OF.
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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.