The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volumul 5C. Knight, 1852 |
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Pagina 19
... body , I will help to bury it . Sir Thomas Gargrave , hast thou any life ? Speak unto Talbot ; nay , look up to him . Salisbury , cheer thy spirit with this comfort ; Thou shalt not die , whiles- He beckons with his hånd , and smiles on ...
... body , I will help to bury it . Sir Thomas Gargrave , hast thou any life ? Speak unto Talbot ; nay , look up to him . Salisbury , cheer thy spirit with this comfort ; Thou shalt not die , whiles- He beckons with his hånd , and smiles on ...
Pagina 26
... body of old Salisbury ; And here advance it in the market - place , The middle centre of this cursed town . Now have I paid my vow unto his soul ; For every drop of blood was drawn from him , There hath at least five Frenchmen died to ...
... body of old Salisbury ; And here advance it in the market - place , The middle centre of this cursed town . Now have I paid my vow unto his soul ; For every drop of blood was drawn from him , There hath at least five Frenchmen died to ...
Pagina 35
... body ) I was the next by birth and parentage ; For by my mother I derived am From Lionel duke of Clarence , the third son To king Edward the third , whereas he From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree , Being but fourth of that heroic ...
... body ) I was the next by birth and parentage ; For by my mother I derived am From Lionel duke of Clarence , the third son To king Edward the third , whereas he From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree , Being but fourth of that heroic ...
Pagina 62
... body of JOHN TALBOT . SERV . O my dear lord ! lo , where your son is borne ! TAL . Thou antic death , which laugh'st us here to scorn , Anon , from thy insulting tyranny , Coupled in bonds of perpetuity , Two Talbots , winged through ...
... body of JOHN TALBOT . SERV . O my dear lord ! lo , where your son is borne ! TAL . Thou antic death , which laugh'st us here to scorn , Anon , from thy insulting tyranny , Coupled in bonds of perpetuity , Two Talbots , winged through ...
Pagina 68
... body shall Pay recompense , if you will grant my suit . Cannot my body , nor blood - sacrifice , Entreat you to your wonted furtherance ? Then take my soul ; my body , soul , and all , Before that England give the French the foil . See ...
... body shall Pay recompense , if you will grant my suit . Cannot my body , nor blood - sacrifice , Entreat you to your wonted furtherance ? Then take my soul ; my body , soul , and all , Before that England give the French the foil . See ...
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Alarum ANNE Appears arms bear blood brother BUCK Buckingham CADE cardinal Catesby CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford crown dead death doth DUCH Duke of Gloster Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl ELIZ enemies England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight folio France friends GENT give Gloster grace gracious hand hath head hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade KATH King Edward KING HENRY king's lady live lord chamberlain lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty Margaret MURD murther never noble Norfolk peace Plantagenet pray prince protector Pucelle quartos queen quoth realm Reignier RICH Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE Shakspere shalt soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art Tower traitor unto Warwick words
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Pagina 490 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pagina 302 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; 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 490 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pagina 491 - Why, well : Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pagina 492 - 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...
Pagina 234 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O 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. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must...
Pagina 234 - So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth.
Pagina 492 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Pagina 168 - 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 papermill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Pagina 492 - t ? 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...