King Richard II. King Henry IV. King Henry VI, part 1J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman and T. Shewell, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod., 1747 |
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... comes too late . Mowb . Then thus I turn me from my Country's light , To dwell in folemn fhades of endless night . K. Rich . Return again , and take an oath with ye . Lay on our royal Sword your banish'd hands Swear by the duty that you ...
... comes too late . Mowb . Then thus I turn me from my Country's light , To dwell in folemn fhades of endless night . K. Rich . Return again , and take an oath with ye . Lay on our royal Sword your banish'd hands Swear by the duty that you ...
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... come , that I may breathe my In wholesome counsel to his unstay'd youth ? York . Vex not your felf , nor strive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear . ; Gaunt . Oh , but , they fay , the tongues of dying men ...
... come , that I may breathe my In wholesome counsel to his unstay'd youth ? York . Vex not your felf , nor strive not with your breath ; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear . ; Gaunt . Oh , but , they fay , the tongues of dying men ...
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William Shakespeare. Then all too late comes counsel to be heard , Where Will doth mutiny with wit's regard . Direct not him , whose way himself will chufe ; ' Tis breath thou lack'ft , and that breath wilt thou lofe . Gaunt . Methinks ...
William Shakespeare. Then all too late comes counsel to be heard , Where Will doth mutiny with wit's regard . Direct not him , whose way himself will chufe ; ' Tis breath thou lack'ft , and that breath wilt thou lofe . Gaunt . Methinks ...
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... come to make him lose at home , Here am I left to underprop this Land ; Who , weak with age , cannot fupport my self . Now comes the fick hour , that his furfeit made ; Now shall he try his friends , that flatter'd him . Enter a Servant ...
... come to make him lose at home , Here am I left to underprop this Land ; Who , weak with age , cannot fupport my self . Now comes the fick hour , that his furfeit made ; Now shall he try his friends , that flatter'd him . Enter a Servant ...
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... comes here ? Enter Percy . North . It is my fon , young Harry Percy ,. Sent from my brother Worcester : whencefoever , Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I thought , my lord , t'have learn'd his health of you , North . Why , is he ...
... comes here ? Enter Percy . North . It is my fon , young Harry Percy ,. Sent from my brother Worcester : whencefoever , Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I thought , my lord , t'have learn'd his health of you , North . Why , is he ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt anſwer arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke coufin Crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff father fave fear feem felf fhall fhame fhew fhould fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand fuch fweet fword Gaunt Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe horſe houſe Juft Liege lord lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft morrow moſt Mowb muft muſt never night noble Northumberland Oxford Editor peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins Pope pow'r prefent Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reaſon Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſelf Shal ſhall Sir John ſpeak ſtand ſtay Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thoſe thou art thouſand uncle unto uſe Weft whofe Whoſe word York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 310 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Seite 115 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
Seite 251 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Seite 191 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Seite 191 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Seite 252 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the shipboy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Seite 254 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Seite 109 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Seite 26 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Seite 59 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...