The Works of William Shakespeare: King Henry VI ; King Richard III ; King Henry VIIIWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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Pagina 14
... never attain to . " 1 Alarums ; Excursions ; afterwards a Retreat . ] The stage - direction in the folio is , " Here Alarum : they are beaten back by the English with great loss . " Dogs ! cowards ! dastards ! -I would ne'er have 14 ...
... never attain to . " 1 Alarums ; Excursions ; afterwards a Retreat . ] The stage - direction in the folio is , " Here Alarum : they are beaten back by the English with great loss . " Dogs ! cowards ! dastards ! -I would ne'er have 14 ...
Pagina 16
... 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 awhile . 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 awhile . Reig . She takes upon her bravely at first dash . Puc . Dauphin , I am by ...
Pagina 18
... never ceaseth to enlarge itself , Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought . 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 fortune ...
... never ceaseth to enlarge itself , Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought . 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 fortune ...
Pagina 24
... never trouble you , if I may spy them . [ Exit . Enter , in an upper Chamber of a Tower , the Lords SALIS- BURY and TALBOT ; Sir WILLIAM GLANSDALE , Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE , and Others . Sal . Talbot , my life , my joy ! again return'd ...
... never trouble you , if I may spy them . [ Exit . Enter , in an upper Chamber of a Tower , the Lords SALIS- BURY and TALBOT ; Sir WILLIAM GLANSDALE , Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE , and Others . Sal . Talbot , my life , my joy ! again return'd ...
Pagina 31
... never other company . But what's that Pucelle , whom they term so pure ? Tal . A maid , they say . Bed . A maid , and be so martial ? Bur . Pray God , she prove not masculine ere long ; If underneath the standard of the French , She ...
... never other company . But what's that Pucelle , whom they term so pure ? Tal . A maid , they say . Bed . A maid , and be so martial ? Bur . Pray God , she prove not masculine ere long ; If underneath the standard of the French , She ...
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Alarum ALENÇON Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death doth Duch duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight folio France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath hear heart heaven Henry VI Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath King HENRY lady live lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam majesty Malone modern editors Murd never noble old copies peace Plantagenet pray prince PUCELLE quartos read Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakespeare shalt soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stage-direction stand Steevens Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast Tower traitor True Tragedy unto Warwick words
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Pagina 565 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Pagina 573 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Pagina 572 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
Pagina 607 - With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her : She shall be lov'd and fear'd : Her own shall bless her : Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow : Good grows with her : In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants ; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known ; and those about her From her shall...
Pagina 268 - 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' treachery ? O ! yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth.
Pagina 267 - 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, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many...
Pagina 376 - 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 267 - 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...
Pagina 43 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose : And here I prophesy, — This brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Pagina 187 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny : the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony, to drink small beer : all the realm shall be in common, and in Cht-apside shall my palfry go to grass.