Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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Pagina 6
... never lifted up his hand but conquer'd . Exe . We mourn in black , why mourn we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and never fhall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's difhonourable victory . We with our stately prefence ...
... never lifted up his hand but conquer'd . Exe . We mourn in black , why mourn we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and never fhall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's difhonourable victory . We with our stately prefence ...
Pagina 15
... never ceafeth to enlarge it felf , ' Till by broad fpreading it difperfe to nought . With Henry's death the English circle ends , Difperfed are the glories it included : Now am I like that proud infulting ship , Which Cefar and his ...
... never ceafeth to enlarge it felf , ' Till by broad fpreading it difperfe to nought . With Henry's death the English circle ends , Difperfed are the glories it included : Now am I like that proud infulting ship , Which Cefar and his ...
Pagina 19
... never trouble you if I may spy them . S CE N E IX . Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the turrets , with others . Sal . Talbot , my life , my joy , again return'd ? How wert thou handled , being prisoner ? Or by what means got'ft thou to be ...
... never trouble you if I may spy them . S CE N E IX . Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the turrets , with others . Sal . Talbot , my life , my joy , again return'd ? How wert thou handled , being prisoner ? Or by what means got'ft thou to be ...
Pagina 24
... never reprefented under any defeription nor is any fuch thing implied in this place . They were only beds of earth put into portable cafes of filver or other matter , in which avere raifed fuch flowers and herbs as were of quick growth ...
... never reprefented under any defeription nor is any fuch thing implied in this place . They were only beds of earth put into portable cafes of filver or other matter , in which avere raifed fuch flowers and herbs as were of quick growth ...
Pagina 26
... never other company . . But what's that Pucelle whom they term fo pure ? Tal . A maid , they fay . Bed . A maid ? and be fo martial ? Bur . Pray God she prove not masculine ere long , If underneath the ftandard of the French She carry ...
... never other company . . But what's that Pucelle whom they term fo pure ? Tal . A maid , they fay . Bed . A maid ? and be fo martial ? Bur . Pray God she prove not masculine ere long , If underneath the ftandard of the French She carry ...
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Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt.I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1770 |
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againſt Alarum Anne anſwer Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catesby Cham Clarence Clif Clifford crown curfe death doth Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf felves fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Jack Cade King Henry Lady Lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Protector Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt noble peace Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prefent Prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtate Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe
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Pagina 466 - 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 436 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Pagina 225 - 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...
Pagina 225 - 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; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: 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.
Pagina 281 - 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 240 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Pagina 468 - 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...