| William Shakespeare - 1709 - 608 pągines
...The Crown o'th' Earth doth melt-— My Lord!— Oh wither'd is the Garland of the War, The Soldiers Pole is fall'n : Young Boys and Girls Are level now...nothing left remarkable, Beneath the vifiting Moon. [She faints. Char. Oh quietnefs, Lady; Iras. She's dead too, our Sovereign.' Char. Lady. Ires. Madam.... | |
| William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 666 pągines
...o'th' Earth doth melt My Lord!— Oh withered is the Garland of the War, The Soldiers Pale is fain : Young Boys and Girls Are level now with Men ; the...nothing left remarkable, Beneath the vifiting Moon. [She fat Char. Oh quietnefs, Lady. Iras. She's dead too, our Sovereign. Char. Lady. Iras. Madam. Char.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1733 - 480 pągines
...abfence is No better than a ftye ? O fee, my women! The Grown o'th'earth doth melt — my Lord ! Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's...and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone j And there is nothing left remarkable, Beneath the vifiting Moon. [She faints. Char. Oh, quietnefs,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1745 - 548 pągines
...ablence is No better than a ftye? O fee, my women I The crown o' th' earth doth melt — > my Lord Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's...gone, And there is nothing left remarkable, Beneath thevifiting moon. [She faints. Char. Oh quietnefs, Lady. Iras. She is dead too, our Sovereign. Char.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1747 - 500 pągines
...! The crown o' th* earth doth melt my Lord ! Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war, The fbldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now...nothing left remarkable. Beneath the vifiting moon. [She faints. Char. Oh, quietnels, Lady 1 Iras. She's dead too, our fovereign. Char. Lady! Iras. Madam!... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1747 - 352 pągines
...mall I abide Jn this dull world, which in thy abfence is No better than a ftye ? O fee, my women! Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's...and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, Beneath the vifiting moon. • [SbtfmA And there is nothing left remarkable, fras. She is dead too,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1747 - 498 pągines
...abfence is No better than a ftye ? O fee, my women ! The crown o' th' earth doth melt my Lord ! Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's...fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men j the odds is gone ; And there is nothing left remarkable, Beneath the vifiting moon. [She faints.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1747 - 352 pągines
...abfence is No better than a ftye ? О fee, my women ! The crown o'th' earth doth melt my Lord! i Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and gļtls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable, Beneath the... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1752 - 450 pągines
...abfeuce it No better than a ftye ? O Jee, my women ! The crown o' th' earth doth melt—my Lord F Oh, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's...nothing left remarkable, Beneath the vifiting moon. [She faints. Char. Oh, quietnefs, Lady ! Iras. She's dead too, our fovcreign. Cbar. Lady.! Iras. Madam!... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1758 - 114 pągines
...No better than a fty ? O, fee, my women, [Ant. dies. The crown o'the earth doth melt: _My lord !_ O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The foldier's...nothing left remarkable Beneath the vifiting moon. CHA. — O, quietnefs, lady. [Cleopatra/iyw»/. CHA. —Lady,— IR A. —Madam,— i:/i .;. O madam,... | |
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