The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, Volumul 4J. Tonson, 1714 |
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Pagina 190
... Pucel , Reignier , is't thou that thinkeft to beguile me ? Where is the Dauphin ? Come , come from behind , I know thee well , though never seen before . Be not amaz'd , there's nothing hid from me : In private will I talk with thee ...
... Pucel , Reignier , is't thou that thinkeft to beguile me ? Where is the Dauphin ? Come , come from behind , I know thee well , though never seen before . Be not amaz'd , there's nothing hid from me : In private will I talk with thee ...
Pagina 191
... Pucel . And while I live , I'll ne'er fly no Man . Here they Fight , and Joan de Pucelle overcomes , Dau . Stay , ftay thy Hands , thou art an Amazon , And fighteft with the Sword of Debora . Pucel . Chrift's Mother helps me , else I ...
... Pucel . And while I live , I'll ne'er fly no Man . Here they Fight , and Joan de Pucelle overcomes , Dau . Stay , ftay thy Hands , thou art an Amazon , And fighteft with the Sword of Debora . Pucel . Chrift's Mother helps me , else I ...
Pagina 198
... Pucel . Come , come , ' tis only I that muft difgrace thee . [ They fight . Tal . Heavens , can you fuffer Hell fo to prevail ? My Breaft I'll burft with ftraining of my Courage , And from my Shoulders crack my Arms afunder , But I will ...
... Pucel . Come , come , ' tis only I that muft difgrace thee . [ They fight . Tal . Heavens , can you fuffer Hell fo to prevail ? My Breaft I'll burft with ftraining of my Courage , And from my Shoulders crack my Arms afunder , But I will ...
Pagina 199
... Pucel . Advance our waving Colours on the Walls , Refcu'd is Orleans from the English Wolves : Thus Jean la Pucelle hath perform'd her Word . Dau . Divineft Creature , bright Aftrea's Daughter , How fhall I honour thee for this Success ...
... Pucel . Advance our waving Colours on the Walls , Refcu'd is Orleans from the English Wolves : Thus Jean la Pucelle hath perform'd her Word . Dau . Divineft Creature , bright Aftrea's Daughter , How fhall I honour thee for this Success ...
Pagina 200
... Pucel , whom they term fo pure ? Tal . A Maid , they say . Bed . A Maid ? And be fo Martial ? Bur . Pray God , fhe prove not Mafculine ere long , If underneath the Standard of the French She carry Armour , as fhe hath begun . Tal . Well ...
... Pucel , whom they term fo pure ? Tal . A Maid , they say . Bed . A Maid ? And be fo Martial ? Bur . Pray God , fhe prove not Mafculine ere long , If underneath the Standard of the French She carry Armour , as fhe hath begun . Tal . Well ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Vizualizare completă - 1714 |
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
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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.