The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volumul 5C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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Pagina 2
... Forces in Bordeaux . A French Sergeant . A Porter . An old Shepherd , Father to Joan la Pucelle . MARGARET , Daughter to Reignier : afterwards mar- ried to King Henry . COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE . JOAN LA PUCELLE , commonly called Joan of ...
... Forces in Bordeaux . A French Sergeant . A Porter . An old Shepherd , Father to Joan la Pucelle . MARGARET , Daughter to Reignier : afterwards mar- ried to King Henry . COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE . JOAN LA PUCELLE , commonly called Joan of ...
Pagina 8
... Forces ; ALENCON , REIGNIER , and Others . Char . Mars his true moving , even as in the heavens , So in the earth , to this day is not known : Late did he shine upon the English side ; Now we are victors , upon us he smiles . What towns ...
... Forces ; ALENCON , REIGNIER , and Others . Char . Mars his true moving , even as in the heavens , So in the earth , to this day is not known : Late did he shine upon the English side ; Now we are victors , upon us he smiles . What towns ...
Pagina 19
... force , like Hannibal , Drives back our troops , and conquers as she lists : So bees with smoke , and doves with ... Forces , & c . SCENE VI . The same . Enter , on the Walls , PUCELLE , CHARLES , REIGNIER , ALENCON , and Soldiers ...
... force , like Hannibal , Drives back our troops , and conquers as she lists : So bees with smoke , and doves with ... Forces , & c . SCENE VI . The same . Enter , on the Walls , PUCELLE , CHARLES , REIGNIER , ALENCON , and Soldiers ...
Pagina 21
... Forces , with Scaling Ladders ; their Drums beating a dead March . Tal . Lord regent , -and redoubted Burgun- dy ... force . Bed . Agreed ; I'll to yon corner . Bur . And I to this . Tal . And here will Talbot mount , or make his grave ...
... Forces , with Scaling Ladders ; their Drums beating a dead March . Tal . Lord regent , -and redoubted Burgun- dy ... force . Bed . Agreed ; I'll to yon corner . Bur . And I to this . Tal . And here will Talbot mount , or make his grave ...
Pagina 40
... Forces . Char . Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem ! And once again we'll sleep secure in Ronen . Bast . Here enter'd Pucelle , and her practi- sants ; Now she is there , how will she specify Where is the best and safest passage in ...
... Forces . Char . Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem ! And once again we'll sleep secure in Ronen . Bast . Here enter'd Pucelle , and her practi- sants ; Now she is there , how will she specify Where is the best and safest passage in ...
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Alarum Anne arms art thou bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade canst CATESBY Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death dost doth Duch duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Eliz enemies England Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fight foes France friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade lady live look lord Lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty Mess Murd ne'er never noble peace Plantagenet prince protector PUCELLE QUEEN MARGARET Reignier Rich RICHARD PLANTAGENET Richmond Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Stan stay Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Tower traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt
Pasaje populare
Pagina 200 - 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...
Pagina 200 - 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...
Pagina 200 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Pagina 362 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think, there be six Richmonds in the field ; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him: — A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! [Exeunt.
Pagina 358 - I shall, despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And, if I die, no soul will pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself.
Pagina 312 - My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, I saw good strawberries in your garden there : I do beseech you send for some of them.
Pagina 200 - 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
Pagina 358 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Pagina 259 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...