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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... foes . Bed . Cease , cease these jars , and rest your minds in peace ! Let's to the altar : -Heralds , wait on us : Instead of gold , we'll offer up our arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead.— Posterity , await for ...
... foes . Bed . Cease , cease these jars , and rest your minds in peace ! Let's to the altar : -Heralds , wait on us : Instead of gold , we'll offer up our arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry's dead.— Posterity , await for ...
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... foes from hence , Then will I think upon a recompense . Char . Mean time , look gracious on thy prostrate thrall . Reig . My lord , methinks , is very long in talk . Alen . Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock ; Else ne'er could ...
... foes from hence , Then will I think upon a recompense . Char . Mean time , look gracious on thy prostrate thrall . Reig . My lord , methinks , is very long in talk . Alen . Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock ; Else ne'er could ...
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... foes ; For these my friends , in spite of thee , shall wear . Plan . And , by my soul , this pale and angry rose , As cognizance16 of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever , and my faction , wear ; Until it wither with me to my ...
... foes ; For these my friends , in spite of thee , shall wear . Plan . And , by my soul , this pale and angry rose , As cognizance16 of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever , and my faction , wear ; Until it wither with me to my ...
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... foes . 1 Serv . Ay , and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field , when we are dead . [ Skirmish again . Glo . Stay , stay , I say ! And , if you love me , as you say you do , Let me persuade you to forbear a while . K. Hen ...
... foes . 1 Serv . Ay , and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field , when we are dead . [ Skirmish again . Glo . Stay , stay , I say ! And , if you love me , as you say you do , Let me persuade you to forbear a while . K. Hen ...
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... foes may fall ! And as my duty springs , so perish they That grudge one thought against your majesty ! All . Welcome , high prince , the mighty duke of York ! Som . Perish , base prince , ignoble duke of York ! [ Aside . 8 Reguerdon is ...
... foes may fall ! And as my duty springs , so perish they That grudge one thought against your majesty ! All . Welcome , high prince , the mighty duke of York ! Som . Perish , base prince , ignoble duke of York ! [ Aside . 8 Reguerdon is ...
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.