The Story of English Kings, According to ShakespeareD. Appleton, 1900 - 272 Seiten |
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... tell sad stories of the death of kings , All murdered ; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court ; and there the antic sits , Scoffing his state , and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him ...
... tell sad stories of the death of kings , All murdered ; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court ; and there the antic sits , Scoffing his state , and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him ...
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... tell thee tales . Of woeful ages long ago betid ; And , ere thou bid good night , to quit their griefs , Tell thou the lamentable tale of me , And send the hearers weeping to their beds . To behold the scene which ends this strange ...
... tell thee tales . Of woeful ages long ago betid ; And , ere thou bid good night , to quit their griefs , Tell thou the lamentable tale of me , And send the hearers weeping to their beds . To behold the scene which ends this strange ...
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... tell us when we meet at supper . " The plan was agreed to ; Pointz went away to make the needed preparations ; the prince , left alone , thinks aloud , and lets us see some features of a graver plot - his own way of life : I know you ...
... tell us when we meet at supper . " The plan was agreed to ; Pointz went away to make the needed preparations ; the prince , left alone , thinks aloud , and lets us see some features of a graver plot - his own way of life : I know you ...
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... tell us your reason . Fal . What , upon compulsion ! give a reason on compulsion ! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries , I would give no man a reason on compulsion . After another mutual broadside of epithets not of the nicest ...
... tell us your reason . Fal . What , upon compulsion ! give a reason on compulsion ! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries , I would give no man a reason on compulsion . After another mutual broadside of epithets not of the nicest ...
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... tell their children , this is he . c 99 " Loyal to possession means , of course , faithful to Richard , who- Grew a companion to the common streets , That being daily swallowed by men's eyes , They surfeited with honey , and began To ...
... tell their children , this is he . c 99 " Loyal to possession means , of course , faithful to Richard , who- Grew a companion to the common streets , That being daily swallowed by men's eyes , They surfeited with honey , and began To ...
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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.