Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... haft aftonish'd me with thy high terms : Only this proof I'll of thy valour make , In fingle combat thou shalt buckle with me ; And if thou vanquisheft , thy words are true , Otherwise I renounce all confidence . Pucel . I am prepar'd ...
... haft aftonish'd me with thy high terms : Only this proof I'll of thy valour make , In fingle combat thou shalt buckle with me ; And if thou vanquisheft , thy words are true , Otherwise I renounce all confidence . Pucel . I am prepar'd ...
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... haft to look to heav'n for grace . a Heav'n , be thou gracious to none alive , If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands ! Bear hence his body , I will help to bury it . Sir Thomas Gargrave , haft thou any life ? Speak unto Talbot , nay ...
... haft to look to heav'n for grace . a Heav'n , be thou gracious to none alive , If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands ! Bear hence his body , I will help to bury it . Sir Thomas Gargrave , haft thou any life ? Speak unto Talbot , nay ...
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... haft by tyranny these many years Wafted our country , flain our citizens , And fent our fons and husbands captivate . Tal . Ha , ha , ha . [ to moan . fhall turn Count . Laugheft thou , wretch ? thy mirth Tal . I laugh to fee your ...
... haft by tyranny these many years Wafted our country , flain our citizens , And fent our fons and husbands captivate . Tal . Ha , ha , ha . [ to moan . fhall turn Count . Laugheft thou , wretch ? thy mirth Tal . I laugh to fee your ...
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... in peace and war ! Plan . And peace , no war , befal thy parting foul ! In prison haft thou spent a pilgrimage , 4 do 5 be all ... C 4 eld edit . Theob , emend . [ Dies . And And like a hermit over - paft thy days . King HENRY VI . 39.
... in peace and war ! Plan . And peace , no war , befal thy parting foul ! In prison haft thou spent a pilgrimage , 4 do 5 be all ... C 4 eld edit . Theob , emend . [ Dies . And And like a hermit over - paft thy days . King HENRY VI . 39.
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... haft difhonour'd me . Think ( a ) Being made a tool by the Percies and others to countenance their quarrels . 6 the 7 redrefs . Warburton . 8 will ... old edit . Theob . emend . Think not , although in writing I prefer'd The manner 40 ...
... haft difhonour'd me . Think ( a ) Being made a tool by the Percies and others to countenance their quarrels . 6 the 7 redrefs . Warburton . 8 will ... old edit . Theob . emend . Think not , although in writing I prefer'd The manner 40 ...
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againſt Alarum Anne anſwer Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catesby Cham Clarence Clif Clifford crown curfe death doth Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf felves fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Jack Cade King Henry Lady Lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Protector Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt noble peace Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prefent Prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtate Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 466 - 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 for ever hide me.
Seite 436 - 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 225 - 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...
Seite 225 - 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 281 - 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 240 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Seite 468 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...