King Richard III. King Henry VIIIL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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... , the dreadful group of human woes The daring artist's tragic pencil chose ; Explored the pangs that rend the royal breast , Those wounds that lurk beneath the tissued vest . T. WARTON . PLAYS of SHAKSPEARE . IN FOURTEEN VOLUMES . VOL .
... , the dreadful group of human woes The daring artist's tragic pencil chose ; Explored the pangs that rend the royal breast , Those wounds that lurk beneath the tissued vest . T. WARTON . PLAYS of SHAKSPEARE . IN FOURTEEN VOLUMES . VOL .
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... royal person : " Tis very grievous to be thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? Has . He is . Glos . Go you before , and I will follow you . [ Exit Hastings . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with ...
... royal person : " Tis very grievous to be thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? Has . He is . Glos . Go you before , and I will follow you . [ Exit Hastings . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with ...
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... royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth ...
... royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear the lamentations of poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughter'd son , Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth ...
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... royal , - The spacious world cannot again afford : And will she yet abase her eyes on me , That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me ...
... royal , - The spacious world cannot again afford : And will she yet abase her eyes on me , That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me ...
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... royal grace ! Stan . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eli . The countess Richmond , good my lord of Stanley , To your good prayer will scarcely say - Amen : Yet , Stanley , notwithstanding she's your wife , And loves ...
... royal grace ! Stan . God make your majesty joyful as you have been ! Q. Eli . The countess Richmond , good my lord of Stanley , To your good prayer will scarcely say - Amen : Yet , Stanley , notwithstanding she's your wife , And loves ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anne Baynard's castle bear bless blood brother Buck CARDINAL WOLSEY Cates Catesby Cham Clarence conscience Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell curse Daugh daughter dead death Dorset doth Duch duke of Buckingham duke of Norfolk EARL OF SURREY Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear florish friends gentle gentlemen give Glos Gloster God's grace gracious Grey happy hath hear heart heaven highness holy honor house of Lancaster Kath Katharine KING RICHARD king's lady live look lord cardinal lord chamberlain lord Hastings madam mayor mother never noble peace pity poor pray prince queen Ratcliff Rich Richm Richmond royal SCENE SHAK SIR THOMAS LOVELL sleep sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet tell thank thee There's thou tongue Tower uncle unto weep wife William Brandon Wolsey York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 264 - Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say I taught thee...
Seite 8 - 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 305 - She shall be lov'd and fear'd : her own shall bless her ; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her ! 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...
Seite 42 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Seite 236 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Seite 263 - I have told him What, and how true thou art: he will advance thee; Some little memory of me will stir him, (I know his noble nature,) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too : Good Cromwell, Neglect him not ; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety.
Seite 164 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die : I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him : — A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Seite 7 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Seite 264 - And pry'thee lead me in — There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call my own.
Seite 272 - 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...