The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]., Band 6 |
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... CLIFFORD , of the King's Party . Lord SAY . Lord SCALES , Governor of the Tower . Sir JOHN STANLEY . Sir HUMPHRY STAFFORD . Young STAFFORD , his Brother . ALEXANDER IDEN , a Kentish Gentleman . Young CLIFFORD , Son to the Lord Clifford ...
... CLIFFORD , of the King's Party . Lord SAY . Lord SCALES , Governor of the Tower . Sir JOHN STANLEY . Sir HUMPHRY STAFFORD . Young STAFFORD , his Brother . ALEXANDER IDEN , a Kentish Gentleman . Young CLIFFORD , Son to the Lord Clifford ...
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... Clifford ! a Clifford ! we'll follow the King and Clifford . Cade . Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro , as this multitude ? the name of Henry the fifth hales them to an hundred mischiefs , and makes them leave me desolate . I ...
... Clifford ! a Clifford ! we'll follow the King and Clifford . Cade . Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro , as this multitude ? the name of Henry the fifth hales them to an hundred mischiefs , and makes them leave me desolate . I ...
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... Clifford . Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford , to deny their bail . Clif . Health and all happiness to my Lord the King ! York . I thank thee , Clifford ; say , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright me with an angry look ; We are thy ...
... Clifford . Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford , to deny their bail . Clif . Health and all happiness to my Lord the King ! York . I thank thee , Clifford ; say , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright me with an angry look ; We are thy ...
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... Clifford , I say , come forth and fight with me , Proud northern Lord , Clifford of Cumberland , Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms . Enter York . War . How now , my noble Lord ? what all a - foot ? York . The deadly ...
... Clifford , I say , come forth and fight with me , Proud northern Lord , Clifford of Cumberland , Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms . Enter York . War . How now , my noble Lord ? what all a - foot ? York . The deadly ...
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... Clifford , and you vow'd revenge On him , his fons , his fav'rites , and his friends . North . If I be not , heav'ns be reveng'd on me ! Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel . West . What , shall we suffer this ? let's ...
... Clifford , and you vow'd revenge On him , his fons , his fav'rites , and his friends . North . If I be not , heav'ns be reveng'd on me ! Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel . West . What , shall we suffer this ? let's ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anne anſwer bear Becauſe beſt blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs Cade Cardinal Catesby cauſe Cham Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curſe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean elſe England Enter King Exeunt Exit falſe father fear felf fight firſt flain forrow foul France friends Glo'fter Glou Grace gracious hath hear heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Jack Cade King Henry Lady laſt live Lord Lord Chamberlain loſe Madam maſter moſt muſt noble perſon pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent Prince Queen reaſon reſt Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſee ſelf ſent ſet ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhew ſhould ſome Somerset ſon ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſubject ſuch Suffolk ſwear ſweet ſword tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand traitor Unleſs unto uſe Warwick whoſe
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 135 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Seite 359 - His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations ; he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him ; our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven.
Seite 304 - 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.
Seite 176 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 122 - 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; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Seite 170 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Seite 122 - 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...
Seite 331 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Seite 330 - 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 for ever hide me.
Seite 332 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes...