 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 sider
...may jet * through And keep their impious turbands on, without Good morrow to the sun.—Hail, tliou fair heaven ! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Cui. Hail, heaven ! An. Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport : Up to yon hill, Your legs... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 648 sider
...boys: This gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you Good morrow to the sun.—Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gui. Hail, heaven! •drv- Hail, heaven! .'en! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport:- Up to you hill, Your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 sider
...giants may jet 4 through And keep their impious turbands on, 5 without Good morrow to the sun.—Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. you Gut. Hail, heaven! Arv. Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon hill, 1 A franklin's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 368 sider
...giants may jet through And keep their impious turbands on, without Good morrow to the sun.—Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gui. Hail, heaven! Are. Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon hill, Your legs are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 410 sider
...giants may jet through And keep their impious turbands on, without Good-morrow to the sun.—Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gut. Hail, heaven! Aru. Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon hill; Your legs are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 448 sider
...gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet* through And keep their impious turbans on, 8 without Good morrow to the sun. — Hail, thou fair heaven ! We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gui. Hail, heaven! Ar-v. Hail, heaven... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 sider
...giants may jet 4 through And keep their impious turbands on, 5 without Good morrow to the sun.—Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gut. Hail, heaven! Arv. Hail, heaven! Bel. Now for our mountain sport: Up to yon hill, 3 A franklin's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 sider
...giants may jet through And keep their impious turbands on, 3 without Good-morrow to the sun.—Hail, thou fair heaven ! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gui. Hail, heaven ! Jlrv. Hail, heaven ! Rel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon hill, Your legs... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 346 sider
...gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet" through And keep their impious turbands on, without Good morrow to the sun. — Hail, thou...! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly you »As prouder livers do. Gut. Hail, heaven! Arv. Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 414 sider
...giants may jet through And keep their impious turbands on, 3 without Good-morrow to the sun.—Hail, thou fair heaven ! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gui. Hail, heaven ! Arv. Hail, heaven ! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon hill, Your legs... | |
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And keep their impious turbans on, without Good morrow to the sun. Hail thou fair Heaven ! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. 
