The roses; or King Henry the sixth; an historical tragedy. Represented at Reading school, compiled principally from Shakespeare [by R. Valpy]. |
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Pagina 9
... leave my son my virtuous deeds behind , Ah , would my father had left me no more ! For all the rest is held at such a price , As brings a thousand fold more care to keep , Than in possession any share of pleasure.- Ah , cousin York ...
... leave my son my virtuous deeds behind , Ah , would my father had left me no more ! For all the rest is held at such a price , As brings a thousand fold more care to keep , Than in possession any share of pleasure.- Ah , cousin York ...
Pagina 10
... leave , As heir apparent to the crown of England : And in that cause I'll shed my life's warm blood . Clifford . O mayst thou live , to lay the parching dust With show'rs of blood from slaughter'd enemies ! O may'st thou emulate thy ...
... leave , As heir apparent to the crown of England : And in that cause I'll shed my life's warm blood . Clifford . O mayst thou live , to lay the parching dust With show'rs of blood from slaughter'd enemies ! O may'st thou emulate thy ...
Pagina 13
... leave until we meet again ! Where e'er it be , in Heaven , or on earth ! Richard . Brother , give me thy hand and noble Warwick , Let me embrace thee in my weary arms ! I , who have never wept , now melt with woe , That winter's blast ...
... leave until we meet again ! Where e'er it be , in Heaven , or on earth ! Richard . Brother , give me thy hand and noble Warwick , Let me embrace thee in my weary arms ! I , who have never wept , now melt with woe , That winter's blast ...
Pagina 20
... leaves were budding , Set to the very root his murd'ring knife , And slew our father : - -by this hand he fell ; Measure for measure have I answer'd still . Edward . Is this that screech - owl fatal to our house , Whose notes brought ...
... leaves were budding , Set to the very root his murd'ring knife , And slew our father : - -by this hand he fell ; Measure for measure have I answer'd still . Edward . Is this that screech - owl fatal to our house , Whose notes brought ...
Pagina 33
... leave me too ? Or bury discontent in loyalty , And be the firmest pillars of the state ? Richard . Well you deserve to suffer . If this blow Were only aim'd at you , I'd not repel it . D But when I see France arm'd against my country ...
... leave me too ? Or bury discontent in loyalty , And be the firmest pillars of the state ? Richard . Well you deserve to suffer . If this blow Were only aim'd at you , I'd not repel it . D But when I see France arm'd against my country ...
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The Roses: Or, King Henry the Sixth. An Historical Tragedy. Represented at ... Richard Valpy Vizualizare completă - 1810 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
arms basilisk battle blood brave breast brother brow Clarence Clifford crown death deeds Duke of Clarence Duke of York e'en Earl of Warwick earth EDWARD Plantagenet Enter a MESSENGER Enter EDWARD Enter KING HENRY Enter RICHARD Enter WARWICK ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faint father fear field fight flow'r force fortune France friends giv'n Glocester glory grief guard hadst thou head heart Heav'n hence honor hope house of York Humphrey join'd kill'd King of England Lady Grey land Latin Lord Lord Hastings Margaret mourning ne'er never noble o'er Oxford peace pity pow'r Prince Edward PRINCE OF WALES proud Queen rais'd READING SCHOOL rest revenge robb'd royal Rutland SCENE SECOND EDITION.-Price Second Sentinel Sinklo slain smile soldiers Somerset sorrow soul sweet sword tears tell thee thou hast thousand thro throne tow'r valiant valor weep woes wounds
Pasaje populare
Pagina 54 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Pagina 54 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Pagina 54 - For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings : How some have been depos'd; some slain in war...
Pagina 29 - Why, I can smile, and murder while 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 49 - What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Pagina 22 - O God ! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea : and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips...
Pagina 57 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Pagina 29 - 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. I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall ; I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk ; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could, And, like a Sinon, take another Troy : I can add colours to the cameleon ; Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages, And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school.
Pagina 28 - Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb : And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub...