Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Whose bloody deeds fhall make all Europe quake . 3 Melf . So you had need ; 7 " fore Orleans befieg'd The English army is grown weak and faint : The Earl of Salisbury craveth fupply , And hardly keeps his men from mutiny , Since they fo ...
... Whose bloody deeds fhall make all Europe quake . 3 Melf . So you had need ; 7 " fore Orleans befieg'd The English army is grown weak and faint : The Earl of Salisbury craveth fupply , And hardly keeps his men from mutiny , Since they fo ...
Pagina 33
... this red rofe with young Somerset , And fay withal I think he held the right . Ver . Stay , Lords and gentlemen , and pluck no more , VOL . IV . 9 Or else was C ' Till ? ' Till you conclude that he upon whose fide The King HENRY VI . 33.
... this red rofe with young Somerset , And fay withal I think he held the right . Ver . Stay , Lords and gentlemen , and pluck no more , VOL . IV . 9 Or else was C ' Till ? ' Till you conclude that he upon whose fide The King HENRY VI . 33.
Pagina 34
William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. ' Till you conclude that he upon whose fide The feweft rofes are crop'd from the tree , Shall yield the other in the right opinion . Som . Good mafter Vernon , it is well objected ; If I have feweft ...
William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. ' Till you conclude that he upon whose fide The feweft rofes are crop'd from the tree , Shall yield the other in the right opinion . Som . Good mafter Vernon , it is well objected ; If I have feweft ...
Pagina 71
... whose wounds become hard - favoured death , Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath , a Come , come , and lay him in his father's arms , My spirit can no longer bear thefe harms . Soldiers , adieu ! I have what I would have , Now ...
... whose wounds become hard - favoured death , Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath , a Come , come , and lay him in his father's arms , My spirit can no longer bear thefe harms . Soldiers , adieu ! I have what I would have , Now ...
Pagina 84
... Whose maiden blood thus rig'rously effus'd , Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heav'n . York . Ay , ay ; away with her to execution . War . And hark ye , Sirs ; because she is a maid , Spare for no faggots , let there be enow ...
... Whose maiden blood thus rig'rously effus'd , Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heav'n . York . Ay , ay ; away with her to execution . War . And hark ye , Sirs ; because she is a maid , Spare for no faggots , let there be enow ...
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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...