The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Band 5 |
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Nay , stand thou back ; I will not budge a foot : This be Damascus , be thou
cursed Cain , To slay thy brother Abel , if thou wilt . Glo . I will not slay thee , but I '
ll drive thee back . Thy scarlet robes , as a child ' s bearing - cloth I ' ll use to carry
...
Nay , stand thou back ; I will not budge a foot : This be Damascus , be thou
cursed Cain , To slay thy brother Abel , if thou wilt . Glo . I will not slay thee , but I '
ll drive thee back . Thy scarlet robes , as a child ' s bearing - cloth I ' ll use to carry
...
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Sir HUMPHREY STAFFORD , and his Brother . Sir John STANLEY . WALTER
WHITMORE . A Sea - captain , Master and Master's Mate . Two Gentlemen ,
Prisoners with SUFFOLK . Vaux . HUME and SOUTHWELL , Priests .
BOLINGBROKE , a ...
Sir HUMPHREY STAFFORD , and his Brother . Sir John STANLEY . WALTER
WHITMORE . A Sea - captain , Master and Master's Mate . Two Gentlemen ,
Prisoners with SUFFOLK . Vaux . HUME and SOUTHWELL , Priests .
BOLINGBROKE , a ...
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Exeunt King , Queen , and SUFFOLK . Glo . Brave peers of England , pillars of the
state , To you duke Humphrey must unload his grief , Your grief , the common
grief of all the land . What ! did my brother Henry spend his youth , His valour ,
coin ...
Exeunt King , Queen , and SUFFOLK . Glo . Brave peers of England , pillars of the
state , To you duke Humphrey must unload his grief , Your grief , the common
grief of all the land . What ! did my brother Henry spend his youth , His valour ,
coin ...
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Warwick , my son , the comfort of my age , Thy deeds , thy plainness , and thy
house - keeping , Have won the greatest favour of the commons , Excepting none
but good duke Humphrey :And , brother York , thy acts in Ireland , In bringing
them ...
Warwick , my son , the comfort of my age , Thy deeds , thy plainness , and thy
house - keeping , Have won the greatest favour of the commons , Excepting none
but good duke Humphrey :And , brother York , thy acts in Ireland , In bringing
them ...
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Fly , fly , fly ! sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are liard by , with the king's
forces . Cade . Stand , villain , stand , or I'll fell thee down . He shall be
encountered with a man as good as himself : he is but a knight , is ' a ? Mich . No.
Cade .
Fly , fly , fly ! sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are liard by , with the king's
forces . Cade . Stand , villain , stand , or I'll fell thee down . He shall be
encountered with a man as good as himself : he is but a knight , is ' a ? Mich . No.
Cade .
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Anne arms bear better blood body brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal cause Clarence Clifford comes crown dead death doth duke earl Edward Eliz enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear fight folio follow Forces France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry highness honour hope I'll John keep king King HENRY lady leave live look lord madam March Margaret master mean mind mother never noble once peace play poor pray prince quartos queen rest Rich Richard royal SCENE soldiers Somerset soul speak stand stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thank thee thine thou thought tongue Tower true unto Warwick wife York young
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Seite 419 - 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 419 - O, how wretched 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 419 - 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 421 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st, a blessed martyr.
Seite 280 - Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 421 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 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, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ,• A sure and safe one, though thy...
Seite 259 - 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 11 - Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death!
Seite 200 - 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 280 - t were to buy a world of happy days. So full of dismal terror was the time.