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Say , gentle princess , would you not suppose Your bondage happy , to be made
a queen ? Mar. To be a queen in bondage , is more vile , Than is a slave in base
servility ; For princes should be free . Suf . And so shall you , If happy England's ...
Say , gentle princess , would you not suppose Your bondage happy , to be made
a queen ? Mar. To be a queen in bondage , is more vile , Than is a slave in base
servility ; For princes should be free . Suf . And so shall you , If happy England's ...
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Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much
already ; get thee gone . K. Hen . Gentle son Edward , thou wilt stay with me ? Q.
Mar. Ay , to be murder'd by his enemies . Prince . When I return with victory from ...
Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much
already ; get thee gone . K. Hen . Gentle son Edward , thou wilt stay with me ? Q.
Mar. Ay , to be murder'd by his enemies . Prince . When I return with victory from ...
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Hadst thou been meek , our title still had slept ; And we , in pity of the gentle king ,
Had slipp'd our claim until another age . * Geo . But , when we saw our sunshine
made thy spring , · And that thy summer bred us no increase , We set the axe to ...
Hadst thou been meek , our title still had slept ; And we , in pity of the gentle king ,
Had slipp'd our claim until another age . * Geo . But , when we saw our sunshine
made thy spring , · And that thy summer bred us no increase , We set the axe to ...
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Glo . How fares our cousin , noble lord of York ? York . I thank you , gentle uncle .
O , my lord , You said , that idle weeds are fast in growth : The prince my brother
hath outgrown me far .. Glo . He hath , my lord . York . And therefore is he idle ?
Glo . How fares our cousin , noble lord of York ? York . I thank you , gentle uncle .
O , my lord , You said , that idle weeds are fast in growth : The prince my brother
hath outgrown me far .. Glo . He hath , my lord . York . And therefore is he idle ?
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If yet your gentle souls fly in the air , And be not fix'd in doom perpetual , Hover
about me with your airy wings , And hear your mother's lamentation ! Q. Mar.
Hover about her ; say , that right for right Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged
night .
If yet your gentle souls fly in the air , And be not fix'd in doom perpetual , Hover
about me with your airy wings , And hear your mother's lamentation ! Q. Mar.
Hover about her ; say , that right for right Hath dimm'd your infant morn to aged
night .
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Anne arms bear better blood body brother Buck Buckingham Cade Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death doth duke Dutch earl Edward Eliz enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fight follow forces France friends gentle give Glo'ster grace Grey hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hence highness honour hope I'll John keep King Henry lady land leave live look lord madam majesty Margaret mean mind mother Murd never night noble once peace play poor prince queen rest Rich Richard SCENE soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stand stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou thou art thought Tower traitor true uncle unto Warwick wife York young
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Seite 2 - 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; 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...
Seite 142 - My conscience 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 45 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Seite 102 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Seite 1 - 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 45 - 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, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this...
Seite 1 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Seite 32 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea...
Seite 33 - What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, 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...
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Plays of William Shakespeare, Band 5 The Plays of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | T. Bensley, 1804 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 29. Dez. 2006 |
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