The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with CuttsJacob Tonson at Shakespear's-head over-against Catherine-Street in the Strand, 1714 |
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... Exit . Exe . The Dauphin crowned King ? all fly to him ? O , whither fhall we fly from this Reproach ? Glo . We will not fly , but to our Enemies Throats . Bedford , if thou be flack , I'll fight it out . Bed . Glofter , why doubt'ft ...
... Exit . Exe . The Dauphin crowned King ? all fly to him ? O , whither fhall we fly from this Reproach ? Glo . We will not fly , but to our Enemies Throats . Bedford , if thou be flack , I'll fight it out . Bed . Glofter , why doubt'ft ...
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... Exit Bedford Glo . I'll to the Tower with all the hafte I can , To view the Artillery and Munition , And then I will proclaim young Henry King , [ Exit Gloucefter ? Exe . To Eltam will I , where the young King is , Being ordain'd his ...
... Exit Bedford Glo . I'll to the Tower with all the hafte I can , To view the Artillery and Munition , And then I will proclaim young Henry King , [ Exit Gloucefter ? Exe . To Eltam will I , where the young King is , Being ordain'd his ...
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... Exit . Enter Salisbury and Talbot , on the Turrets , with others . Sal . Talbot , my Life , my Joy , again return'd ? How wert thou handled , being Prisoner ? Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd ? Difcourfe I prethee on this ...
... Exit . Enter Salisbury and Talbot , on the Turrets , with others . Sal . Talbot , my Life , my Joy , again return'd ? How wert thou handled , being Prisoner ? Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd ? Difcourfe I prethee on this ...
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... Exit . Here an Alarum again ; and Talbot purfueth the Dauphin , and driveth him : Then enter Joan la Pucelle , driving Englishmen before her . Then enter Talbot . Tal . Where is my Strength , my Valour , and my Force ? Our English ...
... Exit . Here an Alarum again ; and Talbot purfueth the Dauphin , and driveth him : Then enter Joan la Pucelle , driving Englishmen before her . Then enter Talbot . Tal . Where is my Strength , my Valour , and my Force ? Our English ...
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... Exit Pucelle . Tal , My Thoughts are whirled like a Potter's Wheel . I know not where I am , nor what I do : A Witch by fear , not force , like Hannibal , Drives back our Troops , and conquers as the lifts : So Bees with finoak , and ...
... Exit Pucelle . Tal , My Thoughts are whirled like a Potter's Wheel . I know not where I am , nor what I do : A Witch by fear , not force , like Hannibal , Drives back our Troops , and conquers as the lifts : So Bees with finoak , and ...
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Alarum anſwer Arms art thou Baft Becauſe Blood Brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Crown curfe Dauphin Death doft doth Duke Humphry Duke of Burgundy Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Henry Exeunt Exit faid falfe Father fear felves fhall fhould fight firft flain Foes fome fpeak France Friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet Glofter Grace Hand hath Heart Heav'n Henry's himſelf Honour Houſe Iden Jack Cade John of Gaunt loft Lord Lord Protector Love Madam Mafter Majefty Margaret muft muſt ne'er Noble Peace Plantagenet pleaſe Pleaſure Poft prefently Prifoner Prince Protector Pucel Queen reft Reig Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Rofe Salisbury ſhall Soldiers Somerfet Soul Sovereign ſpeak ſtand Suffolk Sword Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thou art thou shalt thouſand Traitor Treafon unto Warwick whofe wilt
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 375 - 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 375 - 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...
Seite 376 - ... treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth! And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Seite 375 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes! it doth; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His...