The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Band 8 |
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... hands of the conqueror of France to the feeble grasp of his son , then an infant , than the favorable opportunity is ... hand of Margaret , daughter of the duke of Anjou a treaty of alliance is speedily concluded with the father , and ...
... hands of the conqueror of France to the feeble grasp of his son , then an infant , than the favorable opportunity is ... hand of Margaret , daughter of the duke of Anjou a treaty of alliance is speedily concluded with the father , and ...
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... hand , but conquered . Exe . We mourn in black : why mourn we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And Death's dishonorable victory We with our stately presence glorify , Like captives ...
... hand , but conquered . Exe . We mourn in black : why mourn we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And Death's dishonorable victory We with our stately presence glorify , Like captives ...
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... hand : A holy maid hither with me I bring , Which , by a vision sent to her from Heaven , Ordained is to raise this tedious siege , And drive the English forth the bounds of France . The spirit of deep prophecy she hath , Exceeding the ...
... hand : A holy maid hither with me I bring , Which , by a vision sent to her from Heaven , Ordained is to raise this tedious siege , And drive the English forth the bounds of France . The spirit of deep prophecy she hath , Exceeding the ...
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... hand , That hath contrived this woful tragedy ! In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame ; Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars : Whilst any trump did sound , or drum struck up , His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field ...
... hand , That hath contrived this woful tragedy ! In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame ; Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars : Whilst any trump did sound , or drum struck up , His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field ...
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William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. He beckons with his hand , and smiles on me ; As who should say , - When I am dead and gone , Remember to avenge me on the French . ' Plantagenet , I will ; and like thee , Nero , Play on the lute ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. He beckons with his hand , and smiles on me ; As who should say , - When I am dead and gone , Remember to avenge me on the French . ' Plantagenet , I will ; and like thee , Nero , Play on the lute ...
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Alarum Alen Alençon arms bear blood brave brother Buck Buckingham Burgundy Cade canst cardinal Charles Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death Dick dost doth Duch duke Humphrey duke of Burgundy duke of Gloster duke of York earl Edward enemies England Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit farewell father fear fight foes France French friends give Glos Gloster grace hand hath head heart heaven Henry's honor house of Lancaster house of York Iden Jack Cade John live lord protector madam majesty master Mortimer ne'er never noble Orleans peace Plantagenet prince prisoner Pucelle QUEEN MARGARET realm Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE SHAK shame Simp soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stay Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt Winchester words
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Seite 242 - 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.
Seite 411 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Seite 327 - Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. 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' 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...
Seite 20 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.