The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... heart and hands thou haft at once subdu'd . Excellent Pucelle , if thy name be so , Let me thy fervant , and not fovereign , be ; ' Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus . Puc . I must not yield to any rites of love , For my ...
... heart and hands thou haft at once subdu'd . Excellent Pucelle , if thy name be so , Let me thy fervant , and not fovereign , be ; ' Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus . Puc . I must not yield to any rites of love , For my ...
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... heart - blood I will have , for this day's work . May . I'll call for clubs , if you will not away : - This cardinal is more haughty than the devil . Glo . Glo . Mayor , farewell : thou doft but what Act 1 . 15 KING HENRY VI .
... heart - blood I will have , for this day's work . May . I'll call for clubs , if you will not away : - This cardinal is more haughty than the devil . Glo . Glo . Mayor , farewell : thou doft but what Act 1 . 15 KING HENRY VI .
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... heart ! Whom with my bare fifts I would execute , If I now had him brought into my power . Sal . Yet tell'ft thou not , how thou wert entertain'd . Tal . With fcoffs , and fcorns , and contumelious taunts . In open market - place produc ...
... heart ! Whom with my bare fifts I would execute , If I now had him brought into my power . Sal . Yet tell'ft thou not , how thou wert entertain'd . Tal . With fcoffs , and fcorns , and contumelious taunts . In open market - place produc ...
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... heart . Sal . I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd ; But we will be reveng'd fufficiently . Now it is fupper - time in Orleans : Here , through this grate , I can count every one , And view the Frenchmen how they fortify ; Let us ...
... heart . Sal . I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd ; But we will be reveng'd fufficiently . Now it is fupper - time in Orleans : Here , through this grate , I can count every one , And view the Frenchmen how they fortify ; Let us ...
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... heart , he cannot be reveng'd.- Frenchmen , I'll be a Salisbury to you : - Pucelle or puzzel , dolphin or dogfish , Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels , C 2 And And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.- Convey me Act 1 ...
... heart , he cannot be reveng'd.- Frenchmen , I'll be a Salisbury to you : - Pucelle or puzzel , dolphin or dogfish , Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels , C 2 And And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.- Convey me Act 1 ...
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56 psl. - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
38 psl. - 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.
37 psl. - This battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light ; What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
37 psl. - 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.