They give me bread and water, being a king ; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distempered, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no, I know not. Blackwood's Magazine - 29 ÆäÀÌÁö1818Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼ Á¤º¸
| William Shakespeare - 1867 - 506 ÆäÀÌÁö
...or no, I know not. 0, would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes. Tell Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus,...France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. Ligld. 0, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself a while.... | |
| Thomas Budd Shaw, William Smith - 1869 - 420 ÆäÀÌÁö
...limbs or no, I know not. O, would my blood drop out from every vein As d;'.iiiis water from my tatter'd robes ! Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, Light. O, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile.... | |
| 1870 - 610 ÆäÀÌÁö
...know not Oh, would my blood dropp'd out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter' d robos ! s him not to M. Merry. Ye know not where your preferment...I see. Ho sendcth you such a token, ring, and lett Claremont. Light. Oh, speak no more, my lord ! this breaksmy heart Lie on this bed, and rest yourself... | |
| William Smith, Benjamin Nicholas Martin - 1870 - 482 ÆäÀÌÁö
...know not. O, would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter' d robes 1 Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the duke of Cleremont. Light. O, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this... | |
| sir John Scott Keltie - 1870 - 588 ÆäÀÌÁö
...no I know not. Oh, would my blood dropp'd out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd 'Slight, I will serve her with thee, for a — Face. Nay, But understand : I'll give you compo thero uuhors'd tho Duke of Claremont. Light. Oh, speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. Lie... | |
| Frederick A. Laing - 1873 - 264 ÆäÀÌÁö
...drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tattered robes ! Tell Isabel, the queen, I looked not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France." After a while, the king feels convinced that Lightborn has come to kill him; and yet he would fain... | |
| Edward Isidore Sears - 1874 - 434 ÆäÀÌÁö
...and my body's numbed. And whether I have limbs or not I know not. Tell Isabel, the queen, I looked not thus When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And for her sake unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. Liiflit. O speak no more, my lord, this breaks my heart.... | |
| New Shakspere Society (London, England) - 1875 - 558 ÆäÀÌÁö
...Cont. iii. 59, 60, Carab. Sh., and Sh. Soc. Rep. (1843), p. 13, 1. 21. " Tell Isabel the queen I looked not thus When for her sake I ran at tilt in France." — Edw. II, V. v. " But still must be protected like a child, And governed by that ambitious Duke."... | |
| 1875 - 850 ÆäÀÌÁö
...When for her sake 1 ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Claremont. Light. — Oh, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed and rest thyself awhile. Edw. — These looks of thine can harbour nought but death ! I see my tragedy written... | |
| 1875 - 1026 ÆäÀÌÁö
...When for her sako I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Claremont. Light. — Oh, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed and rcst thyself awhile. Edw. — These looks of thine can harbour nought but death ! I see my tragedy... | |
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