Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Band 1Harper & Brothers, 1847 |
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With His Life William Shakespeare Gulian Crommelin Verplanck. • ACTI SCENE I. - France . Before the Walls of Angiers . Enter , on one side , the Archduke of Austria , and Forces ; on the other , PHILIP , King of France , and Forces ...
With His Life William Shakespeare Gulian Crommelin Verplanck. • ACTI SCENE I. - France . Before the Walls of Angiers . Enter , on one side , the Archduke of Austria , and Forces ; on the other , PHILIP , King of France , and Forces ...
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... France ; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own : If not , bleed France , and peace ascend to heaven ; Whiles we , God's wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heaven . K. Phi ...
... France ; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own : If not , bleed France , and peace ascend to heaven ; Whiles we , God's wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heaven . K. Phi ...
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... France.- Arthur of Bretagne , yield thee to my hand , And out of my dear love I'll give thee more , Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : Submit thee , boy . Eli . Come to thy grandam , child . Const . Do , child , go to it ...
... France.- Arthur of Bretagne , yield thee to my hand , And out of my dear love I'll give thee more , Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : Submit thee , boy . Eli . Come to thy grandam , child . Const . Do , child , go to it ...
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... France this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother , Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground : Many a widow's husband grovelling lies , Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth , And victory , with little loss ...
... France this day hath made Much work for tears in many an English mother , Whose sons lie scatter'd on the bleeding ground : Many a widow's husband grovelling lies , Coldly embracing the discolour'd earth , And victory , with little loss ...
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... France and England mount Their battering cannon , charged to the mouths , Till their soul - fearing clamours have brawl'd down The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city : I'd play incessantly upon these jades , Even till unfenced ...
... France and England mount Their battering cannon , charged to the mouths , Till their soul - fearing clamours have brawl'd down The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city : I'd play incessantly upon these jades , Even till unfenced ...
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arms Bardolph Bast bear Ben Jonson Blackfriars theatre blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Buck Cade called Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth drama Duch duke duke of York earl editions Edward Eliz England English Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear folio France French friends gentle give Gloster grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven HENRY IV HENRY VI Hollingshed honour house of York John Shakespeare KING HENRY King John Knight Lady live look lord majesty Malone means never noble Northumberland passage peace Percy Pist Poet Poet's Poins prince quarto queen Rich Richard Burbage RICHARD II royal SCENE sir John soldiers Somerset soul speak Stratford Stratford-upon-Avon Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue tragedy unto Warwick William Shakespeare word York
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Seite 12 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Seite 44 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 97 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Seite 25 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Seite 11 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate...
Seite 17 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Seite 97 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Seite 98 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...