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Were plac'd the heads of Edmund duke of A day will come , when York shall
claim his own ; Somerset , And therefore I will ... that breaks a stick of Gloster's
grove , Nor hold his sceptre in his childish fist , Shall lose his head for his
presumption .
Were plac'd the heads of Edmund duke of A day will come , when York shall
claim his own ; Somerset , And therefore I will ... that breaks a stick of Gloster's
grove , Nor hold his sceptre in his childish fist , Shall lose his head for his
presumption .
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Duke of BưCKINGHAM , and Lord Say with at a distance , Queen MARGARET ,
mournEnter another Messenger . ing over SUFFOLK's head . 2 Mess . Jack Cade
hath gotten London - bridge ; Q. Mar. Oft have I heard — that grief softens the ...
Duke of BưCKINGHAM , and Lord Say with at a distance , Queen MARGARET ,
mournEnter another Messenger . ing over SUFFOLK's head . 2 Mess . Jack Cade
hath gotten London - bridge ; Q. Mar. Oft have I heard — that grief softens the ...
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hm . sin 21 . he bus three edhe Tulegd man be For For I , too fond , might have
prevented this : Stanley did dream , the boar did rase his helm ; Enter Lovel and
RatclifF , with Hastings's But I disdain'd it , and did scorn to fly . head . Three times
...
hm . sin 21 . he bus three edhe Tulegd man be For For I , too fond , might have
prevented this : Stanley did dream , the boar did rase his helm ; Enter Lovel and
RatclifF , with Hastings's But I disdain'd it , and did scorn to fly . head . Three times
...
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Great God of heaven , say , amen , to head . all ! Nor . My lord , the enemy is pass'
d the marsh ; But , tell me first , is young George Stanley liAfter the battle let
George Stanley die . K. Rich . A thousand hearts are great within Stan . He is , my
...
Great God of heaven , say , amen , to head . all ! Nor . My lord , the enemy is pass'
d the marsh ; But , tell me first , is young George Stanley liAfter the battle let
George Stanley die . K. Rich . A thousand hearts are great within Stan . He is , my
...
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Those that I reverence , those I fear ; May make some stronger head : the which
he the wise : hearing , At fools I laugh ... Or they so suffering : then on good
ground we And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads : Yield , rustic
mountaineer .
Those that I reverence , those I fear ; May make some stronger head : the which
he the wise : hearing , At fools I laugh ... Or they so suffering : then on good
ground we And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads : Yield , rustic
mountaineer .
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Seite 543 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Seite 106 - 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 18 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Seite 472 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall...
Seite 316 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Seite 360 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn...
Seite 316 - I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Seite 189 - Good Cromwell, Neglect him not ; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety. Crom. O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ; The king shall have my service, but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Seite 572 - Their dearest action in the tented field; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
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| Titel | The Plays of Shakspeare, Band 2 The Plays of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 30. Dez. 2006 |
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