The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd ; And in iny ftandard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the houfe of Lancafler ; And , force perforce , I'll make him yield the Crown , Whose bookish Rule hath pull'd fair England down ...
... sweet smell the air fhall be perfum'd ; And in iny ftandard bear the arms of York , To grapple with the houfe of Lancafler ; And , force perforce , I'll make him yield the Crown , Whose bookish Rule hath pull'd fair England down ...
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... Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' twas against her will . Elean . Against her will , good King ? look to't in time , She'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby : Though in this place moft Mafter wears no breeches , She fhall not flrike Dame ...
... Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' twas against her will . Elean . Against her will , good King ? look to't in time , She'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby : Though in this place moft Mafter wears no breeches , She fhall not flrike Dame ...
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... Sweet Yark , begin ; and if thy Claim be good , The Nevills are thy fubjects to command . York . Then thus : Edward the Third , my lords , had seven sons : The firft , Edward the black Prince , Prince of Wales ; The fecond , William of ...
... Sweet Yark , begin ; and if thy Claim be good , The Nevills are thy fubjects to command . York . Then thus : Edward the Third , my lords , had seven sons : The firft , Edward the black Prince , Prince of Wales ; The fecond , William of ...
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... Sweet Nell , ill can thy noble mind a - brook The abject people gazing on thy face , With envious looks ftill laughing at thy fhame ; That erft did follow thy proud chariot - wheels , When thou didst ride in triumph thro ' the streets ...
... Sweet Nell , ill can thy noble mind a - brook The abject people gazing on thy face , With envious looks ftill laughing at thy fhame ; That erft did follow thy proud chariot - wheels , When thou didst ride in triumph thro ' the streets ...
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... sweet Tully ; Brutus ' ballard hand Stabb'd Julius Cæfar ; favage Iflanders Pompey the Great : And Suffolk dies by Pirates . [ Exit Walter Whitmore with Suffolk . Cap . And as for thefe , whofe ranfom we have fet , It is our pleasure ...
... sweet Tully ; Brutus ' ballard hand Stabb'd Julius Cæfar ; favage Iflanders Pompey the Great : And Suffolk dies by Pirates . [ Exit Walter Whitmore with Suffolk . Cap . And as for thefe , whofe ranfom we have fet , It is our pleasure ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs Cade Cardinal Catef Catesby caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience Crown curfe death doft doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall fhame fhould fight flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glofter Grace gracious haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour Houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt myſelf noble pleaſe pleaſure Poft pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 136 - 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...
Seite 379 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Seite 376 - 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 136 - 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, 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.
Seite 376 - 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 377 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Seite 136 - 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...
Seite 136 - ... 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 224 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Seite 199 - 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 to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.