The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts. Revis'd and Corrected, with an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, Svazek 4 |
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Strana 1540
We'll all assist you ; he that flies shall die . Tork . Thanks , gentle Norfolk ; stay by me my Lords , And Soldiers stay and lodge by me this Night . { They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he seek ...
We'll all assist you ; he that flies shall die . Tork . Thanks , gentle Norfolk ; stay by me my Lords , And Soldiers stay and lodge by me this Night . { They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he seek ...
Strana 1558
... but to conclude with Truth , Their Weapons like to Lightning , came and went : Our Soldiers like the Night Owl's lazy flight , Or like a lazy Thresher with a Flail , Fell gently down , as if they struck their Friends .
... but to conclude with Truth , Their Weapons like to Lightning , came and went : Our Soldiers like the Night Owl's lazy flight , Or like a lazy Thresher with a Flail , Fell gently down , as if they struck their Friends .
Strana 1566
This Battel fares like to the Morning's War , When dying Clouds contend with growing Light , What time the Shepherd blowing of his Nails , Can neither call it perfe & Day nor Night . Now sways it this way , like the self - lame Sea ...
This Battel fares like to the Morning's War , When dying Clouds contend with growing Light , What time the Shepherd blowing of his Nails , Can neither call it perfe & Day nor Night . Now sways it this way , like the self - lame Sea ...
Strana 1568
1 And I that , haply , take them from him now , May yet , e'er Night , yield both my Life and them To fome Man elf , as his dead Man doth me . Who's this ? Oh God ! it is my Father's Face , Whom in this Confi A , I , unawares , have ...
1 And I that , haply , take them from him now , May yet , e'er Night , yield both my Life and them To fome Man elf , as his dead Man doth me . Who's this ? Oh God ! it is my Father's Face , Whom in this Confi A , I , unawares , have ...
Strana 1592
But welcome sweet Clarence , my Daughter shall be thine , And now , what rests ? but in Night's Coverture , Thy Brother being carelesly encamp'd , His Soldiers lurking in the Town about , And buţ attended by a simple Guard , We may ...
But welcome sweet Clarence , my Daughter shall be thine , And now , what rests ? but in Night's Coverture , Thy Brother being carelesly encamp'd , His Soldiers lurking in the Town about , And buţ attended by a simple Guard , We may ...
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