The Plays of William Shakspeare, 5 tomasF. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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... Give me my steeled coat , I'll fight for France.- Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds I will lend the French , instead of eyes , To weep their intermissive miseries.2 Enter another Messenger . 2 Mess . Lords , view these ...
... Give me my steeled coat , I'll fight for France.- Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds I will lend the French , instead of eyes , To weep their intermissive miseries.2 Enter another Messenger . 2 Mess . Lords , view these ...
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... give us leave a while . Reig . She takes upon her bravely at first dash . Puc . Dauphin , I am by birth a shepherd's daughter , My wit untrain❜d in any kind of art . Heaven , and our Lady gracious , hath it pleas'd To shine on my ...
... give us leave a while . Reig . She takes upon her bravely at first dash . Puc . Dauphin , I am by birth a shepherd's daughter , My wit untrain❜d in any kind of art . Heaven , and our Lady gracious , hath it pleas'd To shine on my ...
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... poor men do know : These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues . Reig . My lord , where are you ? what devise you on ? Shall we give over Orleans , or no ? Puc . Why , no , I say , distrustful 14 Act 1 . FIRST PART OF.
... poor men do know : These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues . Reig . My lord , where are you ? what devise you on ? Shall we give over Orleans , or no ? Puc . Why , no , I say , distrustful 14 Act 1 . FIRST PART OF.
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... give thy soul to him thou serv'st . Puc . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace [ They fight . thee . Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage , And from my shoulders ...
... give thy soul to him thou serv'st . Puc . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace [ They fight . thee . Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage , And from my shoulders ...
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... give their censure of these rare reports . Enter Messenger and Talbot . Mess . Madam , According as your ladyship desir'd , By message crav'd , so is lord Talbot come . Count . And he is welcome . man ? What ? is this the Is this the ...
... give their censure of these rare reports . Enter Messenger and Talbot . Mess . Madam , According as your ladyship desir'd , By message crav'd , so is lord Talbot come . Count . And he is welcome . man ? What ? is this the Is this the ...
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Alarum Anne arms art thou blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade canst Catesby Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death dost doth Duch duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Eliz enemies England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fight foes France friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade King Henry lady live lord lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty Mess Murd ne'er never noble peace Plantagenet prince protector Pucelle Reignier Rich Richard Plantagenet Richmond Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Stan stay Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Tower traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words
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306 psl. - And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
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255 psl. - Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
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306 psl. - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up— And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them...