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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... Pucel . Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend ? At all times will you have my power alike ? Sleeping , or waking , muft I ftill prevail ; Or will you blame and lay the fault on me ? - Improvident foldiers ! had your watch been ...
... Pucel . Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend ? At all times will you have my power alike ? Sleeping , or waking , muft I ftill prevail ; Or will you blame and lay the fault on me ? - Improvident foldiers ! had your watch been ...
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... Pucel . These are the city gates , the gates of Roan , Through which our policy must make a breach : — Take heed ... Pucel . Paifans , pauvre gens de France : Poor market - folks , that come to fell their corn . Watch . Enter , go in ...
... Pucel . These are the city gates , the gates of Roan , Through which our policy must make a breach : — Take heed ... Pucel . Paifans , pauvre gens de France : Poor market - folks , that come to fell their corn . Watch . Enter , go in ...
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... Pucel . Behold this is the happy wedding torch , That joineth Roan unto her countrymen ; But burning fatal to the Talbotites . Baft . See , noble Charles ! the beacon of our friend , The burning torch in yonder turret stands . Dau . Now ...
... Pucel . Behold this is the happy wedding torch , That joineth Roan unto her countrymen ; But burning fatal to the Talbotites . Baft . See , noble Charles ! the beacon of our friend , The burning torch in yonder turret stands . Dau . Now ...
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... Pucel . What will you do , good grey - beard ? break And run a tilt at death within a chair ? [ a lance , Tal . Foul fiend of France , and hag of all defpigh , Encompass'd with thy luftful paramours ! Becomes it thee to taunt his ...
... Pucel . What will you do , good grey - beard ? break And run a tilt at death within a chair ? [ a lance , Tal . Foul fiend of France , and hag of all defpigh , Encompass'd with thy luftful paramours ! Becomes it thee to taunt his ...
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... Pucel . Difmay not , princes , at this accident , Nor grieve that Roan is fo recovered : Care is not cure , but rather corrofive , For things that are not to be remedy'd . Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while , And like a peacock ...
... Pucel . Difmay not , princes , at this accident , Nor grieve that Roan is fo recovered : Care is not cure , but rather corrofive , For things that are not to be remedy'd . Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while , And like a peacock ...
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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
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...