The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Band 7Little, Brown, 1863 |
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... true lover of the Holy Church . Cant . The courses of his youth promis'd it not . The breath no sooner left his father's body , But that his wildness , mortifi'd in him , Seem'd to die too : yea , at that very moment , Consideration ...
... true lover of the Holy Church . Cant . The courses of his youth promis'd it not . The breath no sooner left his father's body , But that his wildness , mortifi'd in him , Seem'd to die too : yea , at that very moment , Consideration ...
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... true titles to some certain dukedoms , And , generally , to the crown and seat of France , Deriv'd from Edward , his great - grandfather . Ely . What was th ' impediment that broke this off ? Cant . The French ambassador upon that ...
... true titles to some certain dukedoms , And , generally , to the crown and seat of France , Deriv'd from Edward , his great - grandfather . Ely . What was th ' impediment that broke this off ? Cant . The French ambassador upon that ...
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... true line and stock of Charles the Great , To fine his title with some shews of truth , Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught , Convey'd himself as th ' heir to th ' Lady Lingare , Daughter to Charlemain , who was the son To ...
... true line and stock of Charles the Great , To fine his title with some shews of truth , Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught , Convey'd himself as th ' heir to th ' Lady Lingare , Daughter to Charlemain , who was the son To ...
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... true , " If that you will France win , Then with Scotland first begin : For once the eagle , England , being in prey , To her unguarded nest the weasel , Scot , Comes sneaking , and so sucks her princely eggs ; Playing the mouse , in ...
... true , " If that you will France win , Then with Scotland first begin : For once the eagle , England , being in prey , To her unguarded nest the weasel , Scot , Comes sneaking , and so sucks her princely eggs ; Playing the mouse , in ...
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... True : those that were your father's enemies Have steep'd their galls in honey , and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal . K. Hen . We therefore have great cause of thank- fulness , And shall forget the office of our ...
... True : those that were your father's enemies Have steep'd their galls in honey , and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal . K. Hen . We therefore have great cause of thank- fulness , And shall forget the office of our ...
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Alarum Alençon blood Buckingham Burgundy Cade Captain Char Clif Collier's folio crown dead death Dolphin doth Duke of Burgundy Duke of York Dyce Earl England English Enter King HENRY EXETER Exeunt Exit father fear fight Fluellen France French give Gloster Grace Greene Greene's hand Harfleur hath heart Heaven Henry the Sixth Holinshed honour Houses of York Humphrey Jack Cade John Kath lines Lord Lord Protector Madam Majesty Margaret Marlowe misprint murther never night noble old plays passage peace Pist Pistol Prince Protector Pucelle quarto Queen Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE second folio Shakespeare shame shew soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak speech Suffolk sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought traitor True Tragedy uncle unto Warwick Winchester word
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Seite 446 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Seite 186 - 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 331 - What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Seite 34 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Seite 42 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Seite 18 - 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,...
Seite 7 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt...
Seite 162 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. With Henry's death the English circle ends; Dispersed are the glories it included.
Seite 183 - Let him that is a true-born gentleman And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth. From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. 30 Som. Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
Seite 151 - 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 ! King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.