The Works of William Shakespeare: The third part of King Henry VI. King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Troilus & Cressida. Titus AndronicusBernhard Tauchnitz, 1868 |
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Pagina 3
... revenge On him , his sons , his favourites , and his friends . North . If I be not , heavens be reveng'd on me ! Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel . West . What , shall we suffer this ? let's pluck him down : My ...
... revenge On him , his sons , his favourites , and his friends . North . If I be not , heavens be reveng'd on me ! Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel . West . What , shall we suffer this ? let's pluck him down : My ...
Pagina 5
... revenge his death before I stir . War . Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthless threats ! York . Will you we show our title to the crown ? If not , our swords shall plead it in the field . K. Hen . What title hast thou , traitor , to ...
... revenge his death before I stir . War . Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthless threats ! York . Will you we show our title to the crown ? If not , our swords shall plead it in the field . K. Hen . What title hast thou , traitor , to ...
Pagina 7
... revenge , and therefore will not yield . K. Hen . Ah , Exeter ! War . Why should you sigh , my lord ? K. Hen . Not for myself , Lord Warwick , but my son , Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit . But , be it as it may : I here entail The ...
... revenge , and therefore will not yield . K. Hen . Ah , Exeter ! War . Why should you sigh , my lord ? K. Hen . Not for myself , Lord Warwick , but my son , Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit . But , be it as it may : I here entail The ...
Pagina 13
... revenge sufficient for me ; No , if I digg'd up thy forefathers ' graves , And hung their rotten coffins up in chains , It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart . The sight of any of the house of York Is as a fury to torment my ...
... revenge sufficient for me ; No , if I digg'd up thy forefathers ' graves , And hung their rotten coffins up in chains , It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart . The sight of any of the house of York Is as a fury to torment my ...
Pagina 15
... revenge upon you all ; And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! multitudes , and fear ? Clif . So cowards fight when they can fly no further ; So doves do peck ...
... revenge upon you all ; And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! multitudes , and fear ? Clif . So cowards fight when they can fly no further ; So doves do peck ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Anne Bassianus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Cres Cressid crown death deed Diomed dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Edward Eliz emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster Goths grace gracious hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Henry honour house of Lancaster Kath king kiss lady Lavinia live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lucius madam Marc Marcus Menelaus Murd noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pity pray Priam Prince queen revenge Rich Richard Rome SCENE shalt sorrow soul speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee Ther Thersites thine thou art thou hast Titus tongue Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Warwick weep York
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Pagina 264 - 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Pagina 267 - 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 92 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Pagina 314 - Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad.
Pagina 246 - Orpheus with his lute made trees , And the mountain-tops that freeze,, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Pagina 372 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Pagina 264 - 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 33 - 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 I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many...
Pagina 315 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 314 - But when the planets In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...