Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... hand but conquer'd . Exe . We mourn in black , why mourn we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and never fhall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's difhonourable victory . We with our stately prefence glorifie , Like ...
... hand but conquer'd . Exe . We mourn in black , why mourn we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and never fhall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's difhonourable victory . We with our stately prefence glorifie , Like ...
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... hand : A holy maid hither with me I bring , Which by a vifion fent to her from heav'n Ordained is to raise this tedious fiege , And drive the English forth the bounds of France . The spirit of deep prophefie fhe hath , Exceeding ( a ) ...
... hand : A holy maid hither with me I bring , Which by a vifion fent to her from heav'n Ordained is to raise this tedious fiege , And drive the English forth the bounds of France . The spirit of deep prophefie fhe hath , Exceeding ( a ) ...
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... hand That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy ! In thirteen battels Salisbury o'ercame : Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars . Whilft any trump did found , or drum ftruck up , His fword did ne'er leave ftriking in the field . Yet ...
... hand That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy ! In thirteen battels Salisbury o'ercame : Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars . Whilft any trump did found , or drum ftruck up , His fword did ne'er leave ftriking in the field . Yet ...
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... hand , ( a ) the white rofe fide . Sam . Prick not your finger as you pluck it off , Left bleeding you do paint the white rofe red , And fall on my fide fo against your will . Ver . If I , my Lord , for my opinion bleed , Opinion fhall ...
... hand , ( a ) the white rofe fide . Sam . Prick not your finger as you pluck it off , Left bleeding you do paint the white rofe red , And fall on my fide fo against your will . Ver . If I , my Lord , for my opinion bleed , Opinion fhall ...
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... hand . K. Henry . Fie , uncle Beaufort : I have heard you preach , That malice was a great and grievous fin : And ... hand for hand I give . Glou . Ay , but I fear me with a hollow heart . See here , my friends and loving countrymen ...
... hand . K. Henry . Fie , uncle Beaufort : I have heard you preach , That malice was a great and grievous fin : And ... hand for hand I give . Glou . Ay , but I fear me with a hollow heart . See here , my friends and loving countrymen ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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...