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...love-performing night ! That unawares, eyes my wink ; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen ! From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd centinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch :...

...let me see, — byten, We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. [Exeunt. ACT IV. Enter CHORUS. Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly...

...let me see, — by ten, We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. [Exeunt. ACT IV. Enter CHORUS. Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time, "When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe 1. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army...

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...surge. •.In making objections. t Wasted, exhausted. _1 ACT IV. CHORUS. DESCRIPTION OF NIGHT IN A CAMP. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly* sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch :...

...From one that but imperfectly conjectt, You wisdom would not build yourself a trouble. Shojupeare. Now entertain conjecture of a time. When creeping murmur, and the poring dark. Fills the wide vessel of the universe. /•/. Henry V. They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know Who thrives and...

...mothers still their babes t The gravity and ttilliuu of your joutli The world hath noted. là. O./icU». From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night. The hum of either army itilly sounds. Id. Henry V. Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, Should be stillborn, and...

...must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him. NIGHT BEFORE THE BATTLE OF ACINCOURT. FROM camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch. Fire...

...powerfully, however, in the following description, has Shakspeare made this vulgar sound sublime ! Prom camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch. Fire...