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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William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). BOOL LIBA 31.00T 1916 OXFORD The SECOND PART of HENRY VI . With the DEATH.
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). BOOL LIBA 31.00T 1916 OXFORD The SECOND PART of HENRY VI . With the DEATH.
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... death . [ As the Spirit fpeaks they write the answer . Boling . Tell me what fates await the Duke of Suffolk ? Spirit . By water fhall he die and take his end . Boling . What fhall befall the Duke of Somerset ? Spirit . Let him fhun ...
... death . [ As the Spirit fpeaks they write the answer . Boling . Tell me what fates await the Duke of Suffolk ? Spirit . By water fhall he die and take his end . Boling . What fhall befall the Duke of Somerset ? Spirit . Let him fhun ...
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... death , And other of your Highness ' privy - council , As more at large your Grace fhall understand . Car . And fo , my Lord Protector , by this means Your Lady is forth coming , yet at London . This news , I think , hath turn'd your ...
... death , And other of your Highness ' privy - council , As more at large your Grace fhall understand . Car . And fo , my Lord Protector , by this means Your Lady is forth coming , yet at London . This news , I think , hath turn'd your ...
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... death , reign'd King , ' Till Henry Bolingbroke Duke of Lancaster , The eldest fon and heir of John of Gaunt , Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth , Seiz'd on the realm , depos'd the rightful King , Sent his poor Queen to France ...
... death , reign'd King , ' Till Henry Bolingbroke Duke of Lancaster , The eldest fon and heir of John of Gaunt , Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth , Seiz'd on the realm , depos'd the rightful King , Sent his poor Queen to France ...
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... death . You four from hence to prifon back again ; From thence unto the place of execution ; The witch in Smithfield fhall be burn'd to afhes , And you three fhall be ftrangled on the gallows , You , Madam , for you are more nobly born ...
... death . You four from hence to prifon back again ; From thence unto the place of execution ; The witch in Smithfield fhall be burn'd to afhes , And you three fhall be ftrangled on the gallows , You , Madam , for you are more nobly born ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catef cauſe Cham Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf fent fhall fhame fhould fight flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftate ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry Lady laft Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt noble pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thouſand thy felf unto Warwick Whofe wife
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...