The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumul 10C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1807 |
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Pagina 28
... York , in the Third Part of this play , where he refuses to admit Edward as King , but lets him into the city as Duke of York , on which Gloster says " A wise stout captain ! and persuaded soon . " Hast . The good old man would fain ...
... York , in the Third Part of this play , where he refuses to admit Edward as King , but lets him into the city as Duke of York , on which Gloster says " A wise stout captain ! and persuaded soon . " Hast . The good old man would fain ...
Pagina 64
... York , From whence you spring by lineal descent . honored Plan . Thy " humble servant vows obedience , And humble service , till the point of death . K. Hen . Stoop then , and set your knee against my foot ; And , in reguerdon2 of that ...
... York , From whence you spring by lineal descent . honored Plan . Thy " humble servant vows obedience , And humble service , till the point of death . K. Hen . Stoop then , and set your knee against my foot ; And , in reguerdon2 of that ...
Pagina 65
... York . Plan . And so thrive Richard , as thy focs And as my duty springs , so perish they That grudge one thought against your majesty ! All . Welcome , high prince , the mighty duke of York ! Som . Perish , base prince , ignoble duke of ...
... York . Plan . And so thrive Richard , as thy focs And as my duty springs , so perish they That grudge one thought against your majesty ! All . Welcome , high prince , the mighty duke of York ! Som . Perish , base prince , ignoble duke of ...
Pagina 76
... York , ➡ ́Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st ? Bas . Yes , sir ; as well as you dare patronage The envious barking of your saucy tongue Against my lord , the duke of Somerset . Ver . Sirrah , thy lord I honour as he is ...
... York , ➡ ́Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st ? Bas . Yes , sir ; as well as you dare patronage The envious barking of your saucy tongue Against my lord , the duke of Somerset . Ver . Sirrah , thy lord I honour as he is ...
Pagina 81
... York . Will not this malice , Somerset , be left ? Som . Your private grudge , my lord of York , will out , Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it . K. Hen . Good Lord ! what madness rules in brain - sick men ; When , for so slight ...
... York . Will not this malice , Somerset , be left ? Som . Your private grudge , my lord of York , will out , Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it . K. Hen . Good Lord ! what madness rules in brain - sick men ; When , for so slight ...
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Alarum battle battle of Barnet blood brother Cade Cæsar Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown death doth Duke of York Earl England Exeunt Exit father fear fight France friends Gloster grace hand hath heart heaven Henry's Holinshed honour house of Lancaster Houses of Yorke Jack Cade Johnson Julius Cæsar King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III Lancaster lord Malone means Montague Mortimer noble old copy old play old quarto original play passage piece Plantagenet Prince printed Pucelle quarto Reignier Richard Duke Richard Plantagenet Ritson Saint Albans Salisbury says scene Second and Third second folio Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir John slain soldiers Somerset soul speak speech Steevens Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears thee Theobald thine thou art thou shalt Tragedie of Richarde true Tragedie unto Warburton Warwick words writer
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Pagina 174 - And, seeing ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven, Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits, You cannot but forbear to murder me.
Pagina 292 - I smile, And cry, Content, to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Pagina 266 - 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.
Pagina 78 - Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree ? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Pagina 267 - 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