The Works of William Shakespeare: The first, second, and third parts of King Henry VI. The first part of the contention, &c. The true tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke, and the good King Henry the Sixt. King Richard IIIMacmillan, 1864 |
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... Clif . What say ye , countrymen ? will ye relent , And yield to mercy whilst ' tis offer'd you ; Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths ? Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon , Fling up his cap , and say ' God save his majesty ...
... Clif . What say ye , countrymen ? will ye relent , And yield to mercy whilst ' tis offer'd you ; Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths ? Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon , Fling up his cap , and say ' God save his majesty ...
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... Clif . He is fled , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; And humbly thus , with halters on their necks , ΙΟ Expect your highness ' doom , of life or death . King . Then , heaven , set ope thy everlasting gates , To entertain my vows ...
... Clif . He is fled , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; And humbly thus , with halters on their necks , ΙΟ Expect your highness ' doom , of life or death . King . Then , heaven , set ope thy everlasting gates , To entertain my vows ...
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... Clif Health and all happiness to my lord the king ! [ Kneels . York . I thank thee , Clifford : say , what news with thee ? 125 Nay , do not fright us with an angry look : We are thy sovereign , Clifford , kneel again ; For thy ...
... Clif Health and all happiness to my lord the king ! [ Kneels . York . I thank thee , Clifford : say , what news with thee ? 125 Nay , do not fright us with an angry look : We are thy sovereign , Clifford , kneel again ; For thy ...
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... Clif . Hence , heap of wrath , foul indigested lump , As crooked in thy manners as thy shape ! York . Nay , we shall heat you thoroughly anon . 150 155 Clif . Take heed , lest by your heat you burn yourselves . 160 King . Why , Warwick ...
... Clif . Hence , heap of wrath , foul indigested lump , As crooked in thy manners as thy shape ! York . Nay , we shall heat you thoroughly anon . 150 155 Clif . Take heed , lest by your heat you burn yourselves . 160 King . Why , Warwick ...
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... Clif . And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear 181. an oath ] a vow Capell . 189. this ] his F4 194. or ] Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . and Ff . 195 , 198 , 208. Clif . ] Old Clif . Ff . 196. to go go Rowe . 201 . household ] Malone , from ( Qq ) ...
... Clif . And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear 181. an oath ] a vow Capell . 189. this ] his F4 194. or ] Rowe ( ed . 2 ) . and Ff . 195 , 198 , 208. Clif . ] Old Clif . Ff . 196. to go go Rowe . 201 . household ] Malone , from ( Qq ) ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alarum Alençon Anon blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Capell conj Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Collier Collier crown death doth Duch Duke Humphrey Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter KING Exet Exeunt Exit F,F₂ F₁ F₂ farewell father fear fight Folio France friends Gloster Glou Gloucester grace hand Hanmer hath haue heart heaven honour house of Lancaster house of Yorke Jack Cade King Henry Lancaster line in Pope line in Qq liue London Lord Lord Hastings lord protector madam Malone Margaret Murd noble Omitted in Qq Plantagenet Pope Prince protector Q.Q₂ Q₁ Q₂ Q₂Q3 QiQ2 QqFf Quartos Queene Reignier rest Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet Rowe SCENE soldiers Somerset sonne soul speak Steevens Suffolke sweet sword Talbot tell thee Theobald thine thou art thou hast Tower traitor unto vnto Walker conj Warburton Warwick wilt
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Seite 623 - s none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No. Yes, I am : Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why: Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself ? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no ! alas, I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself!
Seite 3 - Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death!
Seite 623 - The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Seite 472 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; 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 505 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 506 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?
Seite 264 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Seite 624 - And if I die, no soul shall pity me : Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself...
Seite 195 - 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. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.