The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Band 6 |
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... blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive ; Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's dishonourable victory We with our stately presence glorify , Like captives bound to a triumphant car . What ? shall we curse the planets of ...
... blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive ; Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's dishonourable victory We with our stately presence glorify , Like captives bound to a triumphant car . What ? shall we curse the planets of ...
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... blood I will have , for this day's work . May . I'll call for clubs11 , if you will not away : This cardinal is more haughty than the devil . Glo . Mayor , farewell : thou dost but what thou may'st . Win . Abominable Gloster ! guard thy ...
... blood I will have , for this day's work . May . I'll call for clubs11 , if you will not away : This cardinal is more haughty than the devil . Glo . Mayor , farewell : thou dost but what thou may'st . Win . Abominable Gloster ! guard thy ...
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... Blood will I draw on theel , thou art a witch , And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st . Puc . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace [ They fight . thee . Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast ...
... Blood will I draw on theel , thou art a witch , And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st . Puc . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace [ They fight . thee . Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast ...
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... blood was drawn from him , There hath at least five Frenchmen died to - night . And , that hereafter ages may behold What ruin happen'd in revenge of him , Within their chiefest temple I'll erect A tomb , wherein his corpse shall be ...
... blood was drawn from him , There hath at least five Frenchmen died to - night . And , that hereafter ages may behold What ruin happen'd in revenge of him , Within their chiefest temple I'll erect A tomb , wherein his corpse shall be ...
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... blood - thirsty lord ; And for that cause I train'd thee to my house . Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me , For in my gallery thy picture hangs ; But now the substance shall endure the like ; And I will chain these legs and ...
... blood - thirsty lord ; And for that cause I train'd thee to my house . Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me , For in my gallery thy picture hangs ; But now the substance shall endure the like ; And I will chain these legs and ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alarum arms blood brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade cardinal Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth duke of York earl earl of Warwick enemies England Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit father fear fight foes France French friends give Gloster grace hand hath head heart heaven Henry's Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade King Edward King Henry VI King Richard III Lady Lancaster lord lord protector madam majesty Malone Mess ne'er never night noble old play peace Plantagenet prince protector PUCELLE QUEEN MARGARET Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Sir John slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stay Steevens Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 203 - DICK The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. CADE Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.
Seite 286 - 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...
Seite 287 - Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects
Seite 86 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Seite 18 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.