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Pagina 9
... give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage , And purchase friends , and give to courtezans , Still revelling , like lords , till all be gone ; While as the silly owner of the goods Weeps over ...
... give away , and not their own . Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage , And purchase friends , and give to courtezans , Still revelling , like lords , till all be gone ; While as the silly owner of the goods Weeps over ...
Pagina 13
... give no words but mum : The business asketh silent secrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch : Gold cannot come amiss , were she a devil . Yet have I gold flies from another coast : - I dare not say , from the rich cardinal ...
... give no words but mum : The business asketh silent secrecy . Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch : Gold cannot come amiss , were she a devil . Yet have I gold flies from another coast : - I dare not say , from the rich cardinal ...
Pagina 17
... give his censure : these are no women's matters . Q. Mar. If he be old enough , what needs your To be Protector of his excellence ? Glo . Madam , I am Protector of the realm ; And , at his pleasure , will resign my place . Grace Suf ...
... give his censure : these are no women's matters . Q. Mar. If he be old enough , what needs your To be Protector of his excellence ? Glo . Madam , I am Protector of the realm ; And , at his pleasure , will resign my place . Grace Suf ...
Pagina 18
William Shakespeare Arthur Henry Bullen. Give me my fan : what , minion ! can ye not ? [ She gives the DUCHESS a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , madam ; was it you ? Duch . Was ' t I ! yea , I it was , proud Frenchwoman : Could I come ...
William Shakespeare Arthur Henry Bullen. Give me my fan : what , minion ! can ye not ? [ She gives the DUCHESS a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , madam ; was it you ? Duch . Was ' t I ! yea , I it was , proud Frenchwoman : Could I come ...
Pagina 23
... give me leave , my Lord of York , To be the post , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good lord . - Who's within there , ho ! Enter a Servant . Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To sup with me to - morrow night ...
... give me leave , my Lord of York , To be the post , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good lord . - Who's within there , ho ! Enter a Servant . Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To sup with me to - morrow night ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of ..., Volumul 6 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1883 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Alarum Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear France friends Gent gentle give Gloster Grace gracious Grey hand hath head hear heart heaven honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade Kath King Henry king's lady leave live look Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings lord Protector madam majesty Margaret Murd never noble Norfolk peace pity poor pray Prince queen revenge Rich Richmond royal SCENE shalt shame SIR THOMAS LOVELL Soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stand Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue Tower traitor uncle unto Warwick weep wife
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Pagina 136 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Pagina 383 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pagina 226 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Pagina 136 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Pagina 80 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Pagina 363 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Pagina 196 - And so I was; which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word love, which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me: I am myself alone.
Pagina 201 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion. Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them...
Pagina 309 - Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Pagina 383 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...