The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with CuttsJacob Tonson at Shakespear's-head over-against Catherine-Street in the Strand, 1714 |
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Page 188
... forgive my Death that killeth me ; When he fees me go back one foot , or fly . [ Exeunt . [ Here Alarm , they are beaten back by the English , with grent Lofs , Enter Enter Charles , Alenfon , and Reignier . Char . 188 The First Part of.
... forgive my Death that killeth me ; When he fees me go back one foot , or fly . [ Exeunt . [ Here Alarm , they are beaten back by the English , with grent Lofs , Enter Enter Charles , Alenfon , and Reignier . Char . 188 The First Part of.
Page 192
... Exeunt . Enter Gloucefter , with his Serving - Men . Glo . I am come to furvey the Tower this day : Since Henry's Death , I fear there is Conveyance : Where be thefe Warders , that they wait not here ? Open the Gates . ' Tis Gloucester ...
... Exeunt . Enter Gloucefter , with his Serving - Men . Glo . I am come to furvey the Tower this day : Since Henry's Death , I fear there is Conveyance : Where be thefe Warders , that they wait not here ? Open the Gates . ' Tis Gloucester ...
Page 194
... Exeunt . Mayor . See the Coaft clear'd , and then we will depart . Good God that Nobles fhould fuch Stomachs bear , my felf fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt Enter the Master - Gunner of Orleans , and his Boy . M. Gun . Sirra ...
... Exeunt . Mayor . See the Coaft clear'd , and then we will depart . Good God that Nobles fhould fuch Stomachs bear , my felf fight not once in forty year . [ Exeunt Enter the Master - Gunner of Orleans , and his Boy . M. Gun . Sirra ...
Page 199
... Dennis will we cry , But Joan la Pucelle fhall be France's Saint . Come in , and let us Banquet Royally , After this golden Day of Victory . I 4 [ Flourish . Exeunt . ACT A CT II . SCENE I. Enter a Serjeant of King HENRY VI 199.
... Dennis will we cry , But Joan la Pucelle fhall be France's Saint . Come in , and let us Banquet Royally , After this golden Day of Victory . I 4 [ Flourish . Exeunt . ACT A CT II . SCENE I. Enter a Serjeant of King HENRY VI 199.
Page 202
... Exeunt . Bed . The Day begins to break , and Night is fled , Whofe pitchy Mantle over - vail'd the Earth . [ Exit . Here found Retreat , and ceafe our hot Purfuit . [ Retreat . Tal . Bring forth the Body of old Salisbury , And here ...
... Exeunt . Bed . The Day begins to break , and Night is fled , Whofe pitchy Mantle over - vail'd the Earth . [ Exit . Here found Retreat , and ceafe our hot Purfuit . [ Retreat . Tal . Bring forth the Body of old Salisbury , And here ...
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Page 375 - 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...
Page 375 - 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...
Page 376 - ... treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth! And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 375 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes! it doth; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His...