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 187
... Spirit , A Talbot ! a Talbot ! cry'd out amain . And rufh'd into the Bowels of the Battel : Here , had the Conqueft fully been feal'd up , If Sir John Falstaff had not play'd the Coward , He being in the Vaward , plac'd behind With ...
... Spirit , A Talbot ! a Talbot ! cry'd out amain . And rufh'd into the Bowels of the Battel : Here , had the Conqueft fully been feal'd up , If Sir John Falstaff had not play'd the Coward , He being in the Vaward , plac'd behind With ...
Page 189
... bounds of France : The Spirit of deep Prophefie fhe hath , Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome : What's paft , and what's to come , the can defcry . Speck , Speak , fhall I call her in ? Believe my King HENRY VI . 189.
... bounds of France : The Spirit of deep Prophefie fhe hath , Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome : What's paft , and what's to come , the can defcry . Speck , Speak , fhall I call her in ? Believe my King HENRY VI . 189.
Page 197
... Spirit with this Comfort , Thou shalt not die whiles- He beckons with his Hand , and fmiles on me : As who fhould fay , When I am dead and gone , ~ Remember to avenge me on the French . Plantagenet I will , and , Nero like , will Play ...
... Spirit with this Comfort , Thou shalt not die whiles- He beckons with his Hand , and fmiles on me : As who fhould fay , When I am dead and gone , ~ Remember to avenge me on the French . Plantagenet I will , and , Nero like , will Play ...
Page 200
... Spirits , God is our Fortrefs , in whofe Conquering Name Let us refolve to scale their flinty Bulwarks . Bed . Afcend , brave Talbot , we will follow thee . Tal . Not all together : Better far I guess , That we do make our Entrance ...
... Spirits , God is our Fortrefs , in whofe Conquering Name Let us refolve to scale their flinty Bulwarks . Bed . Afcend , brave Talbot , we will follow thee . Tal . Not all together : Better far I guess , That we do make our Entrance ...
Page 206
... Spirit of judgment , But in thefe nice fharp Quillets of the Law , Good - faith , I am no wiser than a Daw . Plan . Tut , tut , here is a mannerly forbearance : The truth appears fo naked on my fide , That any pur - blind Eye may find ...
... Spirit of judgment , But in thefe nice fharp Quillets of the Law , Good - faith , I am no wiser than a Daw . Plan . Tut , tut , here is a mannerly forbearance : The truth appears fo naked on my fide , That any pur - blind Eye may find ...
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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...