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 184
... fhould I fay ? his Deeds exceed all Speech : He ne'er lift up his Hand but conquered . Exe . We mourn in Black , why mourn we not in Blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden Coffin we attend ; And Death's ...
... fhould I fay ? his Deeds exceed all Speech : He ne'er lift up his Hand but conquered . Exe . We mourn in Black , why mourn we not in Blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden Coffin we attend ; And Death's ...
Page 194
... 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 , thou know't how Orleans is befieg'd , And how the English have the Suburbs won . Boy ...
... 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 , thou know't how Orleans is befieg'd , And how the English have the Suburbs won . Boy ...
Page 197
... fhould fay , When I am dead and gone , ~ Remember to avenge me on the French . Plantagenet I will , and , Nero like , will Play on the Lute , beholding the Towns burn : Wretched fhall France be only in my Name . [ Here an Alarm , and it ...
... fhould fay , When I am dead and gone , ~ Remember to avenge me on the French . Plantagenet I will , and , Nero like , will Play on the Lute , beholding the Towns burn : Wretched fhall France be only in my Name . [ Here an Alarm , and it ...
Page 202
... fhould they firft break in ? Pucel . Queftion , my Lord , no further of the cafe , How , or which way ; ' tis fure they found fome place But weakly Guarded , where the Breach was made : And now there refts no other fhift , but this To ...
... fhould they firft break in ? Pucel . Queftion , my Lord , no further of the cafe , How , or which way ; ' tis fure they found fome place But weakly Guarded , where the Breach was made : And now there refts no other fhift , but this To ...
Page 204
... fhould have feen fome Hercules , A fecond Hector , for his grim Afpect , And large proportion of his ftrong knit Limbs . Alas ! this is a Child , a filly Dwarf ; It cannot be , this weak and writhled Shrimp Should ftrike fuch terror to ...
... fhould have feen fome Hercules , A fecond Hector , for his grim Afpect , And large proportion of his ftrong knit Limbs . Alas ! this is a Child , a filly Dwarf ; It cannot be , this weak and writhled Shrimp Should ftrike fuch terror to ...
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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...