The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volumul 5C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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Pagina 3
... we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive ; Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's dishonourable victory We with our stately presence glorify , Like captives bound to a triumphant car . What ? FIRST PART OF ...
... we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive ; Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's dishonourable victory We with our stately presence glorify , Like captives bound to a triumphant car . What ? FIRST PART OF ...
Pagina 10
... never seen before . Be not amaz'd , there's nothing hid from me : In private will I talk with thee apart : - Stand back , you lords , and give us leave a while . Reig . She takes upon her bravely at first dash . Puc . Dauphin , I am by ...
... never seen before . Be not amaz'd , there's nothing hid from me : In private will I talk with thee apart : - Stand back , you lords , and give us leave a while . Reig . She takes upon her bravely at first dash . Puc . Dauphin , I am by ...
Pagina 12
... never ceaseth to enlarge itself , Till , by broad spreading , it disperse to nonght . With Henry's death , the English circle ends ; Dispersed are the glories it included . Now am I like that proud insulting ship , Which Cæsar and his ...
... never ceaseth to enlarge itself , Till , by broad spreading , it disperse to nonght . With Henry's death , the English circle ends ; Dispersed are the glories it included . Now am I like that proud insulting ship , Which Cæsar and his ...
Pagina 14
... never peace , O'ercharging your free purses with large fiues ; That seeks to overthrow religion , Because he is protector of the realm ; And would have armour here out of the Tower , To crown himself king , and suppress the prince . Glo ...
... never peace , O'ercharging your free purses with large fiues ; That seeks to overthrow religion , Because he is protector of the realm ; And would have armour here out of the Tower , To crown himself king , and suppress the prince . Glo ...
Pagina 15
... word ; And thou shalt find me at the governor's . [ Exit . Son . Father , I warrant you ; take you no care : I'll never trouble you , if I may spy them . Enter , in an upper Chamber of a Tower , SC . III . 15 KING HENRY VI .
... word ; And thou shalt find me at the governor's . [ Exit . Son . Father , I warrant you ; take you no care : I'll never trouble you , if I may spy them . Enter , in an upper Chamber of a Tower , SC . III . 15 KING HENRY VI .
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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...