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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... hear ? Open the gates ; here's Gloster , that would enter . Wood . [ within . ] Have patience , noble duke ; I may not open : The cardinal of Winchester forbids . From him I have express commandement , That thou , nor none of thine ...
... hear ? Open the gates ; here's Gloster , that would enter . Wood . [ within . ] Have patience , noble duke ; I may not open : The cardinal of Winchester forbids . From him I have express commandement , That thou , nor none of thine ...
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... hear what torments you en- dured ; But we will be revenged sufficiently . Now it is supper - time in Orleans : Here , thorough this grate , I count each one , And view the Frenchmen how they fortify . Let us look in ; the sight will ...
... hear what torments you en- dured ; But we will be revenged sufficiently . Now it is supper - time in Orleans : Here , thorough this grate , I count each one , And view the Frenchmen how they fortify . Let us look in ; the sight will ...
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... Hear , hear , how dying Salisbury doth groan ! It irks his heart , he cannot be revenged . Frenchmen , I'll be a Salisbury to you : Pucelle or puzzel , 1 dolphin or dogfish , Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels , And make a ...
... Hear , hear , how dying Salisbury doth groan ! It irks his heart , he cannot be revenged . Frenchmen , I'll be a Salisbury to you : Pucelle or puzzel , 1 dolphin or dogfish , Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels , And make a ...
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... hear how we have play'd the men . Charles . ' Tis Joan , not we , by whom the day is won ; For which , I will divide my crown with her : And all the priests and friars in my realm Shall , in procession , sing her endless praise . A ...
... hear how we have play'd the men . Charles . ' Tis Joan , not we , by whom the day is won ; For which , I will divide my crown with her : And all the priests and friars in my realm Shall , in procession , sing her endless praise . A ...
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... hear'st thy doom : Be packing therefore , thou that wast a knight ; Henceforth we banish thee , on pain of death . [ Exit Fastolfe . And now , my lord protector , view the letter Sent from our uncle , duke of Burgundy . Glos . What ...
... hear'st thy doom : Be packing therefore , thou that wast a knight ; Henceforth we banish thee , on pain of death . [ Exit Fastolfe . And now , my lord protector , view the letter Sent from our uncle , duke of Burgundy . Glos . What ...
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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.