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... Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Same . Plains near Angiers . Alarums , excursions . Enter the Bastard with AUSTRIA'S head . Bast . Now , by my life , this day grows hot ; Some airy devil hovers in the sky , wondrous And pours down mischief ...
... Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Same . Plains near Angiers . Alarums , excursions . Enter the Bastard with AUSTRIA'S head . Bast . Now , by my life , this day grows hot ; Some airy devil hovers in the sky , wondrous And pours down mischief ...
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... ; I will whet on the king . Lew . Strong reasons make strange actions . Let us go : If you say , ay , the king will not say , no . [ Exeunt . 29 Within the arras : when I strike my foot Upon. ACT III . SCENE IV . KING JOHN .
... ; I will whet on the king . Lew . Strong reasons make strange actions . Let us go : If you say , ay , the king will not say , no . [ Exeunt . 29 Within the arras : when I strike my foot Upon. ACT III . SCENE IV . KING JOHN .
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... Exeunt Attendants . Arth . Alas ! I then have chid away my friend ; He hath a stern look , but a gentle heart.- Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no ...
... Exeunt Attendants . Arth . Alas ! I then have chid away my friend ; He hath a stern look , but a gentle heart.- Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE II . — The Same . A Room of State in the Palace . Enter King JOHN , crowned ; PEMBROKE , SALIS- BURY , and other Lords . The King takes his State . K. John . Here once again we sit , once again crown'd , And look'd upon ...
... Exeunt . SCENE II . — The Same . A Room of State in the Palace . Enter King JOHN , crowned ; PEMBROKE , SALIS- BURY , and other Lords . The King takes his State . K. John . Here once again we sit , once again crown'd , And look'd upon ...
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... Exeunt Lords . Bast . Here's a good world ! -Knew you of this fair work ? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy , if thou didst this deed of death , Art thou damn'd Hubert . Hub . Do but hear me , sir . Bast . Ha ! I'll tell ...
... Exeunt Lords . Bast . Here's a good world ! -Knew you of this fair work ? Beyond the infinite and boundless reach Of mercy , if thou didst this deed of death , Art thou damn'd Hubert . Hub . Do but hear me , sir . Bast . Ha ! I'll tell ...
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Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Band 2 John Payne Collier,Charles Knight Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms Bardolph Bast bear Ben Jonson Blackfriars theatre blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Buck Cade called Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth drama Duch duke duke of York earl editions Edward Eliz England English Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear folio France French friends gentle give Gloster grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven HENRY IV HENRY VI Hollingshed honour house of York John Shakespeare KING HENRY King John Knight Lady live look lord majesty Malone means never noble Northumberland passage peace Percy Pist Poet Poet's Poins prince quarto queen Rich Richard Burbage RICHARD II royal SCENE sir John soldiers Somerset soul speak Stratford Stratford-upon-Avon Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue tragedy unto Warwick William Shakespeare word York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 12 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Seite 44 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 97 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Seite 25 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy'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 deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Seite 11 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate...
Seite 17 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Seite 97 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Seite 98 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...