Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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Pagina 6
... fight . The battels of the Lord of hofts he fought ; The church's pray'rs made him fo profperous . [ pray'd , Glou . The church ? where is it ? had not church - men His thread of life had not fo foon decay'd . None do you like but an ...
... fight . The battels of the Lord of hofts he fought ; The church's pray'rs made him fo profperous . [ pray'd , Glou . The church ? where is it ? had not church - men His thread of life had not fo foon decay'd . None do you like but an ...
Pagina 8
... fight for France . Away with these disgraceful , wailing robes ; Wounds I will lend the French , inftead of eyes , To weep their intermiffive miferies . SCENE III . Enter to them another Messenger . 2 Melf . Lords , view thefe letters ...
... fight for France . Away with these disgraceful , wailing robes ; Wounds I will lend the French , inftead of eyes , To weep their intermiffive miferies . SCENE III . Enter to them another Messenger . 2 Melf . Lords , view thefe letters ...
Pagina 9
... fight continued , Where valiant Talbot above human thought Enacted wonders with his fword and lance . Hundreds he fent to hell , and none durft ftand him , Here , there , and every where , enrag'd he flew . The French exclaim'd , the ...
... fight continued , Where valiant Talbot above human thought Enacted wonders with his fword and lance . Hundreds he fent to hell , and none durft ftand him , Here , there , and every where , enrag'd he flew . The French exclaim'd , the ...
Pagina 14
... fight , and Joan la Pucelle overcomes . Dau . Stay , ftay thy hands , thou art an Amazon , And fighteft with the fword of Debora . Pucel . Chrift's mother helps me , elfe I were too weak . Dau . Whoe'er helps thee , ' tis thou that must ...
... fight , and Joan la Pucelle overcomes . Dau . Stay , ftay thy hands , thou art an Amazon , And fighteft with the fword of Debora . Pucel . Chrift's mother helps me , elfe I were too weak . Dau . Whoe'er helps thee , ' tis thou that must ...
Pagina 15
... Fight ' till the last gafp ; for I'll be your guard . Dau . What fhe fays I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out , Pucel . Affign'd I am to be the English fcourge . This night the fiege affuredly I'll raife : Expect Saint Martin's fummer ...
... Fight ' till the last gafp ; for I'll be your guard . Dau . What fhe fays I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out , Pucel . Affign'd I am to be the English fcourge . This night the fiege affuredly I'll raife : Expect Saint Martin's fummer ...
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Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt.I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1770 |
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againſt Alarum Anne anſwer Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catesby Cham Clarence Clif Clifford crown curfe death doth Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf felves fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Jack Cade King Henry Lady Lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Protector Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt noble peace Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prefent Prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtate Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe
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Pagina 466 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pagina 436 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Pagina 225 - 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...
Pagina 225 - 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 ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Pagina 281 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Pagina 240 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Pagina 468 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...