The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... Speak it again , and , even with the word , This hand , which , for thy love , did kill thy love , Shall , for thy love , kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary . Anne . I would I knew thy heart . Glo ...
... Speak it again , and , even with the word , This hand , which , for thy love , did kill thy love , Shall , for thy love , kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary . Anne . I would I knew thy heart . Glo ...
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... speak fair , Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive , and cog , Duck with French nods and apish courtesy , I must be held a rancorous enemy . Cannot a plain man live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abused By ...
... speak fair , Smile in men's faces , smooth , deceive , and cog , Duck with French nods and apish courtesy , I must be held a rancorous enemy . Cannot a plain man live , and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be abused By ...
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... speak , my pains are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well . Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor son , at Tewksbury . Glo . Ere you were queen , ay , or your husband king , I was a ...
... speak , my pains are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well . Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor son , at Tewksbury . Glo . Ere you were queen , ay , or your husband king , I was a ...
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... speak ! Your eyes do menace me . Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ? Both Murd . To , to , to , - Clar . To murder me ? Both Murd . Ay , ay . Clar . You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so , And ...
... speak ! Your eyes do menace me . Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ? Both Murd . To , to , to , - Clar . To murder me ? Both Murd . Ay , ay . Clar . You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so , And ...
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... speak , - Nor I ( ungracious ) speak unto myself For him , poor soul . The proudest of you all Have been beholden to him in his life ; Yet none of you would once plead for his life.- O , God ! I fear thy justice will take hold On me ...
... speak , - Nor I ( ungracious ) speak unto myself For him , poor soul . The proudest of you all Have been beholden to him in his life ; Yet none of you would once plead for his life.- O , God ! I fear thy justice will take hold On me ...
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Seite 8 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Seite 201 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Seite 203 - 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 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Seite 32 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Seite 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Seite 202 - Crom. How does your grace ? Wol. 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 234 - In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants : and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known ; and those about her, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Seite 263 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power,...