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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... Clarence ' houfe ; And calls your grace ufurper openly , And vows to crown himfelf in Weltminster . His army is a ragged multitude Of hinds and peaiants , rude and merciless : Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death Hath given ...
... Clarence ' houfe ; And calls your grace ufurper openly , And vows to crown himfelf in Weltminster . His army is a ragged multitude Of hinds and peaiants , rude and merciless : Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death Hath given ...
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... Clarence , RICHARD , Duke of Glocefter , EDMUND , Earl of Rutland , Duke of NORFOLK , Marquis of MONTAGUE , Earl of WARWICK , Earl of SALISBURY , Earl of PEMBROKE , Lord HASTINGS , Lord STAFFORD , Sir JOHN MORTIMER , Sir HUGH MORTIMER ...
... Clarence , RICHARD , Duke of Glocefter , EDMUND , Earl of Rutland , Duke of NORFOLK , Marquis of MONTAGUE , Earl of WARWICK , Earl of SALISBURY , Earl of PEMBROKE , Lord HASTINGS , Lord STAFFORD , Sir JOHN MORTIMER , Sir HUGH MORTIMER ...
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... . Prince . My royal father , cheer thefe noble lords , And hearten thofe that fight in your defence : Unfheath your fword , goodfather ; cry , Saint George ! D March March . Enter EDWARD , CLARENCE , RICHARD , WAR Aa II . KING HENRY VI .
... . Prince . My royal father , cheer thefe noble lords , And hearten thofe that fight in your defence : Unfheath your fword , goodfather ; cry , Saint George ! D March March . Enter EDWARD , CLARENCE , RICHARD , WAR Aa II . KING HENRY VI .
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... CLARENCE , RICHARD , WAR WICK , NORFOLK , MONTAGUE , and Soldiers . Edw . Now , perjur'd Henry ! wilt thou kneel for And fet thy diadem upon my head ; Or bide the mortal fortune of the field ? [ grace , Queen . Go rate thy minions ...
... CLARENCE , RICHARD , WAR WICK , NORFOLK , MONTAGUE , and Soldiers . Edw . Now , perjur'd Henry ! wilt thou kneel for And fet thy diadem upon my head ; Or bide the mortal fortune of the field ? [ grace , Queen . Go rate thy minions ...
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... CLARENCE . Cla . Our hap is lofs , our hope but fad despair ; Our ranks are broke , and ruin follows us : What counsel give you ? whither fhall we fly ? Edw . Bootlefs is flight , they follow us with wings ; And weak we are , and cannot ...
... CLARENCE . Cla . Our hap is lofs , our hope but fad despair ; Our ranks are broke , and ruin follows us : What counsel give you ? whither fhall we fly ? Edw . Bootlefs is flight , they follow us with wings ; And weak we are , and cannot ...
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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
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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...