The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volumul 5C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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Pagina 31
... inheritance : But now , the arbitrator of despairs , Just death , kind umpire of men's miseries , With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence ; I would , his troubles likewise were expir'd , That SC . IV . 31 KING HENRY VI .
... inheritance : But now , the arbitrator of despairs , Just death , kind umpire of men's miseries , With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence ; I would , his troubles likewise were expir'd , That SC . IV . 31 KING HENRY VI .
Pagina 32
... sweet stem from York's great stock , Why didst thou say - of late thon wert despis'd ? Plan . First , lean thine aged back against mine arm ; And , in that ease , I'll tell thee my disease . This day , in argument upon a case , Some ...
... sweet stem from York's great stock , Why didst thou say - of late thon wert despis'd ? Plan . First , lean thine aged back against mine arm ; And , in that ease , I'll tell thee my disease . This day , in argument upon a case , Some ...
Pagina 38
... Sweet king ! -the bishop hath a kindly gird . For shame , my lord of Winchester ! relent ; What , shall a child instruct you what to do ? Win . Well , duke of Gloster , I will yield to thee ; Love for thy love , and hand for hand I give ...
... Sweet king ! -the bishop hath a kindly gird . For shame , my lord of Winchester ! relent ; What , shall a child instruct you what to do ? Win . Well , duke of Gloster , I will yield to thee ; Love for thy love , and hand for hand I give ...
Pagina 44
... sweet virgin , for our good . Puc . Then thus it must be ; this doth Joan devise : By fair persuasions , mix'd with sugar'd words , We will entice the duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot , and to follow us . Char . Ay , marry ...
... sweet virgin , for our good . Puc . Then thus it must be ; this doth Joan devise : By fair persuasions , mix'd with sugar'd words , We will entice the duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot , and to follow us . Char . Ay , marry ...
Pagina 46
... sweet countrymen ! And , lords , accept this hearty kind embrace : My forces and my power of men are yours ; - So , farewell , Talbot ; I'll no longer trust thee . Puc . Done like a Frenchman , turn , and turn again ! Char . Welcome ...
... sweet countrymen ! And , lords , accept this hearty kind embrace : My forces and my power of men are yours ; - So , farewell , Talbot ; I'll no longer trust thee . Puc . Done like a Frenchman , turn , and turn again ! Char . Welcome ...
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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...