The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... heart can wish.- The king is almost wounded to the death ; And , in the fortune of my lord your son , Prince Harry slain outright ; and both the Blunts Killed by the hand of Douglas : young prince John , And Westmoreland , and Stafford ...
... heart can wish.- The king is almost wounded to the death ; And , in the fortune of my lord your son , Prince Harry slain outright ; and both the Blunts Killed by the hand of Douglas : young prince John , And Westmoreland , and Stafford ...
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... heart being set On bloody courses , the rude scene may end , And darkness be the burier of the dead ! 2 Tra . This strained passion doth you wrong , my lord.3 Bard . Sweet earl , divorce not wisdom from your honor . Mor . The lives of ...
... heart being set On bloody courses , the rude scene may end , And darkness be the burier of the dead ! 2 Tra . This strained passion doth you wrong , my lord.3 Bard . Sweet earl , divorce not wisdom from your honor . Mor . The lives of ...
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... heart . O thou fond many , with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke , Before he was what thou wouldst have him be ! And being now trimmed3 in thine own desires , Thou , beastly feeder , art so full of him ...
... heart . O thou fond many , with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke , Before he was what thou wouldst have him be ! And being now trimmed3 in thine own desires , Thou , beastly feeder , art so full of him ...
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... heart's dear Harry , Threw many a northward look , to see his father Bring up his powers ; but he did long in vain . Who then persuaded you to stay at home ? There were two honors lost ; yours , and your son's . For yours , may heavenly ...
... heart's dear Harry , Threw many a northward look , to see his father Bring up his powers ; but he did long in vain . Who then persuaded you to stay at home ? There were two honors lost ; yours , and your son's . For yours , may heavenly ...
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... heart ; but he hath forgot that . 1 Draw . Why , then , cover , and set them down ; and see if thou canst find out ... heart , methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality ; your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would ...
... heart ; but he hath forgot that . 1 Draw . Why , then , cover , and set them down ; and see if thou canst find out ... heart , methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality ; your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alarum arms Bard Bardolph blood brother Cade captain Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward enemy England English Enter KING HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit Falstaff father fear fight folio follow France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed honor house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade King Henry VI lady Lancaster liege live look lord majesty Margaret master never night noble Northumberland old play peace Pist Pistol Poins pray prince PUCELLE quarto queen Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Shal sir John soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast traitor unto valiant Warwick Westmoreland wilt words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 190 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he, to-day, that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now abed, Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here: And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint...
Seite 153 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Seite 117 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to "act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Seite 152 - 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 ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Seite 144 - 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 52 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Seite 153 - Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you called fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen...
Seite 472 - 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 472 - 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 28 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some ; whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...