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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... leave thine insolence . 120 Since thou wert king - as who is king but thou ? — The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck ; The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas ; And all the peers and nobles of the realm Have 7 B KING HENRY VI ...
... leave thine insolence . 120 Since thou wert king - as who is king but thou ? — The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck ; The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas ; And all the peers and nobles of the realm Have 7 B KING HENRY VI ...
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... leave To show some reason , of no little force , That York is most unmeet of any man . York . I'll tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet : First , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the place , My Lord of ...
... leave To show some reason , of no little force , That York is most unmeet of any man . York . I'll tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet : First , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the place , My Lord of ...
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... leave us . [ Exit Hume . ] Mother Jourdain , be you prostrate and grovel on the earth ; John Southwell , read you ; and let us to our work . Enter Duchess aloft , Hume following . Duch . Well said , my masters ; and welcome all . To ...
... leave us . [ Exit Hume . ] Mother Jourdain , be you prostrate and grovel on the earth ; John Southwell , read you ; and let us to our work . Enter Duchess aloft , Hume following . Duch . Well said , my masters ; and welcome all . To ...
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... leave , my Lord of York , To be the post , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good lord . Who's within there , ho ! Enter a Serving - man . Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To sup with me to - morrow night ...
... leave , my Lord of York , To be the post , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good lord . Who's within there , ho ! Enter a Serving - man . Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To sup with me to - morrow night ...
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... leave to afflict my heart : Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers ; 180 And , vanquish'd as I am , I yield to thee , Or to the meanest groom . King . O God , what mischiefs work the wicked ones , Heaping confusion on their own ...
... leave to afflict my heart : Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers ; 180 And , vanquish'd as I am , I yield to thee , Or to the meanest groom . King . O God , what mischiefs work the wicked ones , Heaping confusion on their own ...
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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...