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 185
... once more yield the Ghost . Exe . How were they loft ? What Treachery was us'd ? Meff . No Treachery , but want of Men and Mony . Amongst the Soldiers this is muttered , That here you maintain feveral Factions ; And whilft a Field ...
... once more yield the Ghost . Exe . How were they loft ? What Treachery was us'd ? Meff . No Treachery , but want of Men and Mony . Amongst the Soldiers this is muttered , That here you maintain feveral Factions ; And whilft a Field ...
Page 187
... once in the Face . Bed . Is Talbot flain then ? I will flay my self , For living idly here in pomp and ease , Whilft fuch a worthy Leader , wanting Aid , Unto his daftard Foe - men is betray'd . 3 Meff . O no , he lives , but is took ...
... once in the Face . Bed . Is Talbot flain then ? I will flay my self , For living idly here in pomp and ease , Whilft fuch a worthy Leader , wanting Aid , Unto his daftard Foe - men is betray'd . 3 Meff . O no , he lives , but is took ...
Page 191
... once fubdu'd , Excellent Pucelle , if thy Name be fo , Let me thy Servant , and not Sovereign be , ' Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus . Pucel . I muft not yield to any rights of Love , my Profeffion's facred from above : When I ...
... once fubdu'd , Excellent Pucelle , if thy Name be fo , Let me thy Servant , and not Sovereign be , ' Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus . Pucel . I muft not yield to any rights of Love , my Profeffion's facred from above : When I ...
Page 192
... once . Dan . Was Mahomet infpired with a Dove ? Thou with an Eagle art inspired then . Helen , the Mother of great Conftantine , Nor yet St. Philip's Daughters were like thee . Bright Star of Venus , fall'n down on the Earth , How may I ...
... once . Dan . Was Mahomet infpired with a Dove ? Thou with an Eagle art inspired then . Helen , the Mother of great Conftantine , Nor yet St. Philip's Daughters were like thee . Bright Star of Venus , fall'n down on the Earth , How may I ...
Page 194
... 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 . Father , I know , and oft have shot at them , low ...
... 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 . Father , I know , and oft have shot at them , low ...
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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...