The Story of English Kings, According to ShakespeareD. Appleton, 1900 - 272 Seiten |
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... Warwick and Surrey enter this royal waking- sleeping room , with " good morrows . " King . Have you read over the letters that I sent you ? War . We have , my liege . King . Then you perceive the body of our kingdom 64 SHAKESPEARE'S ...
... Warwick and Surrey enter this royal waking- sleeping room , with " good morrows . " King . Have you read over the letters that I sent you ? War . We have , my liege . King . Then you perceive the body of our kingdom 64 SHAKESPEARE'S ...
Seite 68
... Warwick pleaded the prince's cause e ; that he was but studying his com- panions as he would the immodest words of a strange tongue , attained but put to no further use ; that in the fullness of time he would cast off his followers ...
... Warwick pleaded the prince's cause e ; that he was but studying his com- panions as he would the immodest words of a strange tongue , attained but put to no further use ; that in the fullness of time he would cast off his followers ...
Seite 69
... must move .. Prince Henry took the crown , and placing it upon his head , withdrew from the chamber . awoke and called aloud . The king Warwick and the younger sons came hastily into the chamber 6 THE STORY OF HENRY IV , 1399-1413 . 69.
... must move .. Prince Henry took the crown , and placing it upon his head , withdrew from the chamber . awoke and called aloud . The king Warwick and the younger sons came hastily into the chamber 6 THE STORY OF HENRY IV , 1399-1413 . 69.
Seite 70
... WARWICK leaves the room and soon returns . War . My lord , I found the prince in the next room Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks . King . But wherefore did he take away the crown ? Lo , where he comes . - Come hither to me ...
... WARWICK leaves the room and soon returns . War . My lord , I found the prince in the next room Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks . King . But wherefore did he take away the crown ? Lo , where he comes . - Come hither to me ...
Seite 73
... Warwick , he asks : Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon ? War . " Tis called Jerusalem , my noble lord . King . Laud be to God ! even there my life must end . It hath been prophesied to me many years ...
... Warwick , he asks : Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon ? War . " Tis called Jerusalem , my noble lord . King . Laud be to God ! even there my life must end . It hath been prophesied to me many years ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Bardolph battle big knight blood Bolingbroke brother Buck Buckingham Cade called captain Cath Clar Clarence comes coward crown dead death dost thou doth Duke Duke of York Edward England English Falstaff father fear Fluellen follow France French friends give Glos Gloster grace Harfleur Harry hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry's honor horse Hotspur House of York John of Gaunt King Henry King Richard king's lady Lancaster liege live look lord majesty Master messenger Mortimer never night noble Norfolk Northumberland palace peace Percy Pist Pistol pluck Pointz pray Prince queen Rich Richard II Richard Plantagenet royal scene Shal Shallow Simp Sir John Sir John Falstaff sleep soldiers soul speak story Suffolk sweet sword tell thee thing thou art throne tongue uncle unto Warwick Wat Tyler wife word York Zounds
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 116 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Seite 164 - Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony to drink small beer...
Seite 24 - Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit.
Seite 44 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Seite 262 - 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!
Seite 24 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Seite 102 - King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Seite 24 - 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.
Seite 167 - 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 245 - Anne. So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily,' I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.