The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Band 5R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... She takes upon her bravely at firft dash . Pucel . Dauphin , I am by birth a shepherd's daughter , My wit untrain❜d in any kind of art . Heaven , and our Lady gracious , hath it pleas'd Τα To fhine on my contemptible eftate : Lo ...
... She takes upon her bravely at firft dash . Pucel . Dauphin , I am by birth a shepherd's daughter , My wit untrain❜d in any kind of art . Heaven , and our Lady gracious , hath it pleas'd Τα To fhine on my contemptible eftate : Lo ...
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... she prove false . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . Tower - Gates , in London : Enter GLOSTER , with his Serving - Men . Glo . I am come to furvey the Tower this day ; Since Henry's death , I fear , there is conveyance.- Where be these warders ...
... she prove false . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . Tower - Gates , in London : Enter GLOSTER , with his Serving - Men . Glo . I am come to furvey the Tower this day ; Since Henry's death , I fear , there is conveyance.- Where be these warders ...
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... She carry armour , as the hath begun . Tal . Well , let them practise and converfe with fpirits : God is our fortrefs ; in whofe conquering name , Let us refolve to fcale their finty bulwarks . Bed . Afcend , brave Talbot ; we will ...
... She carry armour , as the hath begun . Tal . Well , let them practise and converfe with fpirits : God is our fortrefs ; in whofe conquering name , Let us refolve to fcale their finty bulwarks . Bed . Afcend , brave Talbot ; we will ...
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... she may boaft , fhe hath beheld the man Whofe glory fills the world with loud report . Bur . Is it even fo ? Nay , then , I fee , our wars Will turn into a peaceful comic sport , When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.- You may not ...
... she may boaft , fhe hath beheld the man Whofe glory fills the world with loud report . Bur . Is it even fo ? Nay , then , I fee , our wars Will turn into a peaceful comic sport , When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.- You may not ...
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... She is going Oh , ftay ! -I have no power to let her pafs ; My hand would free her , but my heart fays - no . As plays the fun upon the glaffy ftreams , Twinkling another counterfeited beam , So feems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes ...
... She is going Oh , ftay ! -I have no power to let her pafs ; My hand would free her , but my heart fays - no . As plays the fun upon the glaffy ftreams , Twinkling another counterfeited beam , So feems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt Alarum Alcibiades anfwer Apemantus art thou Baft Becauſe beſt blood brother Burgundy Cade Clarence Clif Clifford crown death doft doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain Flav foldiers fome foul fovereign fpeak France friends ftand ftay fuch fure fweet fword Glofter grace hath heart heaven HENRY VI Henry's himſelf honour houfe houſe Humphrey Jack Cade King HENRY lord lord protector mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble pleaſe pleaſure prefent prifoner prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saliſbury SCENE ſhall Somerſet ſpeak ſtand ſtay Suffolk Talbot thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thou fhalt thouſand Timon unto Warwick whofe wilt yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 22 - 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...
Seite 22 - 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.
Seite 22 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? 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...