The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volumul 5C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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Pagina 17
... heaven for grace : The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.- Heaven , be thou gracious to none alive , If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands ! - Bear hence his body , I will help to bury it.- Sir Thomas Gargrave , hast thou any life ...
... heaven for grace : The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.- Heaven , be thou gracious to none alive , If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands ! - Bear hence his body , I will help to bury it.- Sir Thomas Gargrave , hast thou any life ...
Pagina 18
... heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum , and the noise ? Enter a Messenger . Mess . My lord , my lord , the French have gather'd head ? The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join'd , — A holy prophetess , new risen up , — Is come with a ...
... heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum , and the noise ? Enter a Messenger . Mess . My lord , my lord , the French have gather'd head ? The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join'd , — A holy prophetess , new risen up , — Is come with a ...
Pagina 22
... heavens , sure , favour him . Alen . Here cometh Charles ; I marvel how he sped . Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE . Bast . Tut ! holy Joan was his defensive guard . Char . Is this thy cunning , thou deceitful dame ? Didst thou at first ...
... heavens , sure , favour him . Alen . Here cometh Charles ; I marvel how he sped . Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE . Bast . Tut ! holy Joan was his defensive guard . Char . Is this thy cunning , thou deceitful dame ? Didst thou at first ...
Pagina 43
... Heavens keep old Bedford safe ! - And now no more ado , brave Burgundy , But gather we our forces out of hand , And ... heaven please ; For I have seen our enemies ' overthrow . What is the trust or strength of foolish man ? They , that ...
... Heavens keep old Bedford safe ! - And now no more ado , brave Burgundy , But gather we our forces out of hand , And ... heaven please ; For I have seen our enemies ' overthrow . What is the trust or strength of foolish man ? They , that ...
Pagina 59
... heaven fly . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . A Field of Battle . Alarum : Excursions , wherein TALBOT's Son is hemmed about , and TALBOT rescues him . Tal . Saint George and victory ! fight , soldiers , fight : The regent bath with Talbot broke ...
... heaven fly . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . A Field of Battle . Alarum : Excursions , wherein TALBOT's Son is hemmed about , and TALBOT rescues him . Tal . Saint George and victory ! fight , soldiers , fight : The regent bath with Talbot broke ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
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...