The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Henry VI, pt. 1-3T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... soul but English Talbot . Lo ! there thou ftand'st , a breathing valiant man , Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit : This is the latest glory of thy praise , That 3 This 66 Act IV . FIRST PART OF Trumpet founds a parley. Enter, on the ...
... soul but English Talbot . Lo ! there thou ftand'st , a breathing valiant man , Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit : This is the latest glory of thy praise , That 3 This 66 Act IV . FIRST PART OF Trumpet founds a parley. Enter, on the ...
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... soul , " Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life ! " If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ; " For judgement only doth belong to thee ! " Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips " With twenty thousand kiffes , and to drain ...
... soul , " Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life ! " If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ; " For judgement only doth belong to thee ! " Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips " With twenty thousand kiffes , and to drain ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt Alarum anſwer Baft Becauſe blood breaſt brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade cauſe Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward England Enter King HENRY Exeunt Exit falfe father fear fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain foes foldiers fome foul fovereign France ftand ftay fuch fword Glofter grace hand hath heart heaven Henry's highneſs himſelf honour houſe Humphrey Jack Cade Lancaſter lord lord protector madam mafter majeſty moſt muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble peace Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prefent prince priſoner protector PUCELLE Queen MARGARET reft Reig Reignier reſt Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Saliſbury SCENE ſhall ſhame ſhe Somerſet ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill Suffolk ſweet Talbot thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand traitor treaſon unto Warwick whofe Whoſe Wincheſter
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 45 - 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.