The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: Richard the Third. Henry the Eighth. CoriolanusCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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... Rich- ard , without trial or condemnation . But the truth is , that he was tried and found guilty by his Peers , and a bill of attainder was afterwards passed against him . MAL . And charg'd us from his soul to love each other ACT L. 37 ...
... Rich- ard , without trial or condemnation . But the truth is , that he was tried and found guilty by his Peers , and a bill of attainder was afterwards passed against him . MAL . And charg'd us from his soul to love each other ACT L. 37 ...
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... RICH- ARD , as king , upon his throne , BUCKINGHAM , CATESBY , a Page , and others . K. Rich . Stand all apart . - Cousin of Buckingham , ———— Buck . My gracious sovereign . K. Rich . Give me thy hand . Thus high , by thy advice , And ...
... RICH- ARD , as king , upon his throne , BUCKINGHAM , CATESBY , a Page , and others . K. Rich . Stand all apart . - Cousin of Buckingham , ———— Buck . My gracious sovereign . K. Rich . Give me thy hand . Thus high , by thy advice , And ...
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... Rich . Tut , tut , thou art all ice , thy kindness freezes : Say , have I thy consent , that they shall die ? Buck . Give me some breath , some little pause , dear lord , Before I positively speak in this : I will resolve your grace ...
... Rich . Tut , tut , thou art all ice , thy kindness freezes : Say , have I thy consent , that they shall die ? Buck . Give me some breath , some little pause , dear lord , Before I positively speak in this : I will resolve your grace ...
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... Rich . Art thou , indeed ? Tyr . Prove me , my gracious lord . K. Rich . Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine ? Tyr . Please you ; but I had rather kill two enemies . K. Rich . Why , then thou hast it ; two deep enemies , Foes ...
... Rich . Art thou , indeed ? Tyr . Prove me , my gracious lord . K. Rich . Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine ? Tyr . Please you ; but I had rather kill two enemies . K. Rich . Why , then thou hast it ; two deep enemies , Foes ...
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... Rich . Stanley , look to your wife ; if she convey etters to Richmond , you shall answer it . Buck . What says your highness to my just request ? K. Rich . I do remember me , -Henry the sixth Did prophesy , that Richmond should be king ...
... Rich . Stanley , look to your wife ; if she convey etters to Richmond , you shall answer it . Buck . What says your highness to my just request ? K. Rich . I do remember me , -Henry the sixth Did prophesy , that Richmond should be king ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anne Antium Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Crom curse death Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Buckingham Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious hate hath hear heart heaven holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's lady Lart LARTIUS live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam MALONE Marcius Menenius mother never noble NORFOLK o'the peace poor Pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Richmond Rome royal SCENE senate Sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan stand Stanley STEEVENS sword tell thee thou hast tongue Tower tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 169 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Seite 169 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms...
Seite 165 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Seite 102 - 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!
Seite 172 - ... 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 178 - Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not \ But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer: And though he were unsatisfied in getting (Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. Ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford...
Seite 169 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Seite 177 - This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Seite 32 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 197 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.