The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... thought that I am he . These , as I learn , and such like toys as these , Have moved his highness to commit me now . Glo . Why , this it is , when men are ruled by women . ' Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower ; My lady Grey ...
... thought that I am he . These , as I learn , and such like toys as these , Have moved his highness to commit me now . Glo . Why , this it is , when men are ruled by women . ' Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower ; My lady Grey ...
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... thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? Hast . Glo . Go He is . you before , and I will follow you . [ Exit HASTINGS . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die Till George be packed with post - horse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge ...
... thought upon . What , is he in his bed ? Hast . Glo . Go He is . you before , and I will follow you . [ Exit HASTINGS . He cannot live , I hope ; and must not die Till George be packed with post - horse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge ...
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... thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck . You should not blemish it , if I stood by ; As all the world is cheered by the sun , So ...
... thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck . You should not blemish it , if I stood by ; As all the world is cheered by the sun , So ...
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... thought thereof ! Q. Eliz . As little joy , my lord , as you suppose You should enjoy , were you this country's king ; As little joy you may suppose in me , That I enjoy , being the queen thereof . Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen ...
... thought thereof ! Q. Eliz . As little joy , my lord , as you suppose You should enjoy , were you this country's king ; As little joy you may suppose in me , That I enjoy , being the queen thereof . Q. Mar. A little joy enjoys the queen ...
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... is . 1 A frank is a pen or coop in which hogs and other animals were con- fined while fatting . To franch , or frank , was to cram , to fatten . Glo . Well thought upon ; I have it here SC . III . ] 31 KING RICHARD III .
... is . 1 A frank is a pen or coop in which hogs and other animals were con- fined while fatting . To franch , or frank , was to cram , to fatten . Glo . Well thought upon ; I have it here SC . III . ] 31 KING RICHARD III .
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Seite 8 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Seite 201 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Seite 203 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Seite 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Seite 32 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Seite 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Seite 202 - Crom. How does your grace ? Wol. Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Seite 234 - In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants : and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known ; and those about her, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Seite 263 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power,...