The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Volumul 5C. Knight, 1852 |
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Pagina 11
... honour of the forlorn French : - Him I forgive my death that killeth me , When he sees me go back one foot , or fly . Alarums . They are beaten back by the English , with great loss . CHARLES , ALENÇON , REIGNIER , and others . CHAR ...
... honour of the forlorn French : - Him I forgive my death that killeth me , When he sees me go back one foot , or fly . Alarums . They are beaten back by the English , with great loss . CHARLES , ALENÇON , REIGNIER , and others . CHAR ...
Pagina 22
... honour thee for this success ? Thy promises are like Adonis ' gardens , That one day bloom'd , and fruitful were the next.— France , triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! - Recover'd is the town of Orleans : More blessed hap did ne'er ...
... honour thee for this success ? Thy promises are like Adonis ' gardens , That one day bloom'd , and fruitful were the next.— France , triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! - Recover'd is the town of Orleans : More blessed hap did ne'er ...
Pagina 30
... honour of his birth , If he suppose that I have pleaded truth , From off this brier pluck a white rose with me . SOM . Let him that is no coward , nor no flatterer , But dare maintain the party of the truth , Pluck a red rose from off ...
... honour of his birth , If he suppose that I have pleaded truth , From off this brier pluck a white rose with me . SOM . Let him that is no coward , nor no flatterer , But dare maintain the party of the truth , Pluck a red rose from off ...
Pagina 34
... honour and inheritance : But now , the arbitrator of despairs , Just death , kind umpire of men's miseries , With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence ; I would his troubles likewise were expir'd , That so he might recover what was ...
... honour and inheritance : But now , the arbitrator of despairs , Just death , kind umpire of men's miseries , With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence ; I would his troubles likewise were expir'd , That so he might recover what was ...
Pagina 35
... honour is the last . MOR . True ; and thou seest that I no issue have ; And that my fainting words do warrant death : Thou art my heir ; the rest , I wish thee gather ; And yet be wary in thy studious care . PLAN . Thy grave ...
... honour is the last . MOR . True ; and thou seest that I no issue have ; And that my fainting words do warrant death : Thou art my heir ; the rest , I wish thee gather ; And yet be wary in thy studious care . PLAN . Thy grave ...
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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...