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Our slaughter'd friends the tackles ; What of these ? Why , is not Oxford here
another anchor ? And Somerset another goodly mast ? The friends of France our
shrouds and tacklings ? And , though unskilful , why not Ned and I For once ...
Our slaughter'd friends the tackles ; What of these ? Why , is not Oxford here
another anchor ? And Somerset another goodly mast ? The friends of France our
shrouds and tacklings ? And , though unskilful , why not Ned and I For once ...
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For this , consorted with the citizens , Your very worshipful and loving friends ,
And by their vehement instigation , In this just suit come I to move your grace . Glo
. I cannot tell , if to depart in silence , Or bitterly to speak in your reproof , 720 Best
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For this , consorted with the citizens , Your very worshipful and loving friends ,
And by their vehement instigation , In this just suit come I to move your grace . Glo
. I cannot tell , if to depart in silence , Or bitterly to speak in your reproof , 720 Best
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Çold friends to me : What do they in the north , 790 When they should serve their
sovereign in the west ? Stan . They have not been commanded , mighty king :
Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave , I'll muster up my friends ; and meet your
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Çold friends to me : What do they in the north , 790 When they should serve their
sovereign in the west ? Stan . They have not been commanded , mighty king :
Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave , I'll muster up my friends ; and meet your
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In God's name , cheerly on , courageous friends , To reap the harvest of perpetual
peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war . Oxf . Every man's conscience is a
thousand swords , To fight against that bloody homicide . Herb . I doubt not , but ...
In God's name , cheerly on , courageous friends , To reap the harvest of perpetual
peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war . Oxf . Every man's conscience is a
thousand swords , To fight against that bloody homicide . Herb . I doubt not , but ...
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My lord , ' tis I : The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn ;
Your friends are up , and buckle on their armour . K. Rich . O , Ratcliff , I have
dream'd a fearful dream ! 270 What thinkest thou ? will our friends prove all true ?
Rat .
My lord , ' tis I : The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn ;
Your friends are up , and buckle on their armour . K. Rich . O , Ratcliff , I have
dream'd a fearful dream ! 270 What thinkest thou ? will our friends prove all true ?
Rat .
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Seite 8 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; 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 147 - ... hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree, All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Seite 8 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, . Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 38 - 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 55 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Seite 56 - 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 148 - By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
Seite 39 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes 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 133 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
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| Titel | King Henry VI, part 3. King Richard III Band 14 von The Dramatick Writings of Will. Shakspere: With the Notes of All the Various Commentators; Printed Complete from the Best Editions of Sam. Johnson and Geo. Steevens, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | Printed for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
| Original von | University of Michigan |
| Digitalisiert | 18. Mai 2007 |
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