The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Band 5Dove, 1830 |
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... Richard , scrap'd from Pomfret stones : Derives from heaven his quarrel , and his cause ; Tells them , he doth bestride a bleeding land , Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; And more , and less , ' do flock to follow him . North ...
... Richard , scrap'd from Pomfret stones : Derives from heaven his quarrel , and his cause ; Tells them , he doth bestride a bleeding land , Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; And more , and less , ' do flock to follow him . North ...
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... Richard ; And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up , And howl'st to find it . What trust is in these times ? They that , when Richard liv'd , would have him die , Are now become enamour'd on his grave : Thou , that threw'st dust upon ...
... Richard ; And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up , And howl'st to find it . What trust is in these times ? They that , when Richard liv'd , would have him die , Are now become enamour'd on his grave : Thou , that threw'st dust upon ...
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... Richard , Gave him defiance . But which of you was by , ' ( You , cousin Nevil , as I may remember , ) [ to WARWICK . When Richard , -with his eye brimfull of tears , Then check'd and rated by Northumberland , - Did speak these words ...
... Richard , Gave him defiance . But which of you was by , ' ( You , cousin Nevil , as I may remember , ) [ to WARWICK . When Richard , -with his eye brimfull of tears , Then check'd and rated by Northumberland , - Did speak these words ...
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... Richard might create a perfect guess , That great Northumberland , then false to him , Would , of that seed , grow to a greater falseness ; Which should not find a ground to root upon , Unless on you . K. Hen . Are these things then ...
... Richard might create a perfect guess , That great Northumberland , then false to him , Would , of that seed , grow to a greater falseness ; Which should not find a ground to root upon , Unless on you . K. Hen . Are these things then ...
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... Richard , being infected , died . But , my most noble lord of Westmoreland , I take not on me here as a physician ; Nor do I , as an enemy to peace , Troop in the throngs of military men : But , rather , show a while like fearful war ...
... Richard , being infected , died . But , my most noble lord of Westmoreland , I take not on me here as a physician ; Nor do I , as an enemy to peace , Troop in the throngs of military men : But , rather , show a while like fearful war ...
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Alarum arms Bard Bardolph bear blood brother Cade captain Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward enemy England English Enter King HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head hear heart heaven Henry's Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade lady liege look lord lord protector majesty Margaret master never night noble Northumberland peace Pist Pistol Poins pray prince PUCELLE queen Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Shal sir John sir John Falstaff soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak STEEVENS Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor unto Warwick Westmoreland wilt words
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Seite 49 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Seite 146 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!
Seite 111 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Seite 48 - O Sleep ! 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 ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody...
Seite 181 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Seite 25 - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcelgilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsunweek, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of 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?
Seite 248 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose : And here I prophesy ; — This brawl to-day Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden. Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Seite 499 - Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!' And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. 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!
Seite 442 - To kings that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth! And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Seite 123 - 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, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...