The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, Volumul 4J. Tonson, 1714 |
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Pagina 8
... noble Hot - fpur's Sword : And that the King , before the Dowglass Rage , Stoop'd his anointed Head , as low as Death . This have I rumour'd through the Peasant Towns , Between the Royal Field of Shrewsbury , And this Worm - eaten hole ...
... noble Hot - fpur's Sword : And that the King , before the Dowglass Rage , Stoop'd his anointed Head , as low as Death . This have I rumour'd through the Peasant Towns , Between the Royal Field of Shrewsbury , And this Worm - eaten hole ...
Pagina 9
... Noble Earl , I bring you certain News from Shrewsbury . North . Good , and Heav'n will . Bard . As good as Heart can wish : The King is almoft wounded to the Death : And in the Fortune of my Lord your Son , Prince Harry in outright ...
... Noble Earl , I bring you certain News from Shrewsbury . North . Good , and Heav'n will . Bard . As good as Heart can wish : The King is almoft wounded to the Death : And in the Fortune of my Lord your Son , Prince Harry in outright ...
Pagina 10
... noble Lord , Where hateful Death puc on his ugliest Mask To fright our Party . North . How doth my Son , and Brother ? Thou trembleft ; and the whiteness in thy Cheek 15 Is apter than thy Tongue , to tell thy Errand ΤΟ The Second Part of.
... noble Lord , Where hateful Death puc on his ugliest Mask To fright our Party . North . How doth my Son , and Brother ? Thou trembleft ; and the whiteness in thy Cheek 15 Is apter than thy Tongue , to tell thy Errand ΤΟ The Second Part of.
Pagina 11
... noble Dowglafs , Stopping my greedy Ear with their bold Deeds . But in the end , to ftop mine Ear indeed , Thou haft a Sigh , to blow away this Praife , Ending with Brother , Son , and all are dead . Mort . Dowglass is living , and your ...
... noble Dowglafs , Stopping my greedy Ear with their bold Deeds . But in the end , to ftop mine Ear indeed , Thou haft a Sigh , to blow away this Praife , Ending with Brother , Son , and all are dead . Mort . Dowglass is living , and your ...
Pagina 12
... noble Worcester Too foon ta'en Prifoner : And that furious Scot , The bloody Dowglafs , whofe well - labouring Sword Had three times flain th ' Appearance of the King , ' Gan vail his Stomach , and did grace the Shame Of those that turn ...
... noble Worcester Too foon ta'en Prifoner : And that furious Scot , The bloody Dowglafs , whofe well - labouring Sword Had three times flain th ' Appearance of the King , ' Gan vail his Stomach , and did grace the Shame Of those that turn ...
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Pasaje populare
Pagina 103 - 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...
Pagina 66 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Pagina 151 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Pagina 44 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased : The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Pagina 103 - 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, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Pagina 367 - 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...
Pagina 367 - 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...
Pagina 150 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Pagina 122 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Pagina 165 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.