The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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The Works Of Shakespear: Historical Plays: King Henry Vi, Pt. I-iii. King ... William Shakespeare,Sir Thomas Hanmer,Alexander Pope Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2023 |
The Works Of Shakespear: Historical Plays: King Henry Vi, Pt. I-iii. King ... William Shakespeare,Sir Thomas Hanmer,Alexander Pope Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2023 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anne anſwer Becauſe beſt blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs Cade Cardinal Catesby cauſe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience counſel Crown curſe death doth Duke of York Edward Elean elſe England Enter King Exeunt Exit faid falſe father fear fight firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul France friends fuch Glo'ſter Grace gracious haſte Hastings hath hear heart heav'n honour houſe House of Lancaster House of York Humphry Jack Cade King Henry lady laſt live lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings loſe Madam maſter moſt muſt myſelf noble perſon pleaſe pleaſure pray preſent Prince Queen reaſon reſt Rich Richard ſay SCENE ſee ſet ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſome Somerset ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſuch Suffolk ſweet tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art unto Warwick whoſe wife
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 136 - 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...
Seite 379 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Seite 376 - 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 136 - 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, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Seite 376 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Seite 377 - 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 136 - 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...
Seite 136 - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? 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 224 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Seite 199 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; 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.