The works of William Shakspere. Knight's Cabinet ed., with additional notes, Volumul 6 |
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Pagina 194
... Clif . What say ye , countrymen ? will ye relent , And yield to mercy , whilst ' t is offer'd you ; Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? Who loves the king , and will embrace his pardon , Fling up his cap , and say — God save his ...
... Clif . What say ye , countrymen ? will ye relent , And yield to mercy , whilst ' t is offer'd you ; Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? Who loves the king , and will embrace his pardon , Fling up his cap , and say — God save his ...
Pagina 196
... Clif . He's fled , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; And humbly thus , with halters on their necks , Expect your highness ' doom , of life or death . K. Hen . Then , Heaven , set ope thy everlasting gates , To entertain my vows of ...
... Clif . He's fled , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; And humbly thus , with halters on their necks , Expect your highness ' doom , of life or death . K. Hen . Then , Heaven , set ope thy everlasting gates , To entertain my vows of ...
Pagina 205
... Clif . Health and all happiness to my lord the king ! [ Kneels . York . I thank thee , Clifford : Say , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright us with an angry look : We are thy sovereign , Clifford , kneel again ; For thy mistaking ...
... Clif . Health and all happiness to my lord the king ! [ Kneels . York . I thank thee , Clifford : Say , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright us with an angry look : We are thy sovereign , Clifford , kneel again ; For thy mistaking ...
Pagina 206
... Clif . Why , what a brood of traitors have we here ! York . Look in a glass , and call thy image so ; I am thy king , and thou a false - heart traitor . Call hither to the stake my two brave bears , * That , with the very shaking of ...
... Clif . Why , what a brood of traitors have we here ! York . Look in a glass , and call thy image so ; I am thy king , and thou a false - heart traitor . Call hither to the stake my two brave bears , * That , with the very shaking of ...
Pagina 207
... Clif . The first I warrant thee , if dreams prove true . War . You were best to go to bed , and dream again , To keep thee from the tempest of the field . Clif . I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm Than any thou canst conjure up to ...
... Clif . The first I warrant thee , if dreams prove true . War . You were best to go to bed , and dream again , To keep thee from the tempest of the field . Clif . I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm Than any thou canst conjure up to ...
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Act IV Anne Appears arms bear better blood body brother Buck Buckingham Cade Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death doth Duch duke earl Edward Eliz enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fight follow Forces France friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hence Henry highness honour hope I'll John keep king KING HENRY lady leave live look lord madam majesty Margaret means mind mother Murd never noble once peace poor prince queen rest Rich Richard SCENE soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stand stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou thou art thought Tower traitor true uncle unto Warwick wife York young
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Pagina 327 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph...
Pagina 257 - 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 353 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 182 - Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment ? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man ? Some say, the bee stings ; but I say, 'tis the bee's wax, for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.
Pagina 352 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea : Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Pagina 351 - Methought that I had broken from the Tower, And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy ; And in my company my brother Gloster ; Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches ; there we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster That had befall'n us.
Pagina 328 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Pagina 13 - Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death!
Pagina 181 - But methinks he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep. Cade. Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny ; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer.
Pagina 352 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks ; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.