The Works of Shakespeare: The second part of King Henry VI ; The third part of King Henry VI ; The tragedy of King Richard IIIJ. M. Dent & Company, 1900 |
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... honours die ? Shall Henry's conquest , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war and all our counsel die ? O peers of England , shameful is this league ! Fatal this marriage , cancelling your fame , Blotting your names from books of ...
... honours die ? Shall Henry's conquest , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war and all our counsel die ? O peers of England , shameful is this league ! Fatal this marriage , cancelling your fame , Blotting your names from books of ...
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... honour of this warlike isle ! France should have torn and rent my very heart , Before I would have yielded to this league . I never read but England's kings have had Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives ; And our King Henry ...
... honour of this warlike isle ! France should have torn and rent my very heart , Before I would have yielded to this league . I never read but England's kings have had Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives ; And our King Henry ...
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... our sovereign , Have made thee fear'd and honoured of the people : Join we together , for the public good , In what we can , to bridle and suppress 200 The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal , With Somerset's KING HENRY VI . Act I. Sc . i .
... our sovereign , Have made thee fear'd and honoured of the people : Join we together , for the public good , In what we can , to bridle and suppress 200 The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal , With Somerset's KING HENRY VI . Act I. Sc . i .
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... honours of the world ? If so , gaze on , and grovel on thy face , Until thy head be circled with the same . Put forth thy hand , reach at the glorious gold . What , is ' t too short ? I'll lengthen it with mine ; And , having both ...
... honours of the world ? If so , gaze on , and grovel on thy face , Until thy head be circled with the same . Put forth thy hand , reach at the glorious gold . What , is ' t too short ? I'll lengthen it with mine ; And , having both ...
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... honour to disgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more ! Duch . What , what , my lord ! are you so choleric With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glou ...
... honour to disgrace's feet ? Away from me , and let me hear no more ! Duch . What , what , my lord ! are you so choleric With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself , And not be check'd . Glou ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alarum Anne arms art thou Baynard's Castle bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Collier conj crown curse dead death dost doth Duch Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear Folios read France friends gentle Glou Gloucester grace Grey hand Hanmer hath head hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Iden Jack Cade King Henry live London Lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty Margaret Murd murder never noble Omitted in Quartos Plantagenet Pope Prince Queen reading of Folios Rich Richard Richard III Richmond Scene shalt shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thyself Tower traitor uncle unto Vaughan Warwick William Brandon ΙΟ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite xlii - 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 hours must I sport myself...
Seite xvi - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Seite xlii - Content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Seite xlii - 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, 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.
Seite xlii - 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.
Seite cxxi - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Seite lxi - 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...
Seite cxxi - Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? There's none else by, Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No; yes, I am: Then fly. What from myself? Great reason why? Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? 0 no! Alas, I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Seite lxxiv - As we pac'd along Upon tHe giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Seite lxi - But I, that am not shaped 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; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, 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...