Shakespere's Works, Band 7D. Appleton, 1897 |
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... happy hour ; The army of the queen mean to besiege us . Sir John . She shall not need , we ' ll meet her in the field . York . What ! with five thousand men ? Rich . Ay , with five hundred , father , for a need . A woman's general ...
... happy hour ; The army of the queen mean to besiege us . Sir John . She shall not need , we ' ll meet her in the field . York . What ! with five thousand men ? Rich . Ay , with five hundred , father , for a need . A woman's general ...
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... happy tidings of his good escape . How fares my brother ? why is he so sad ? Rich . I cannot joy until I be resolv'd Where our right valiant father is become . I saw him in the battle range about , And watch'd him how he singled ...
... happy tidings of his good escape . How fares my brother ? why is he so sad ? Rich . I cannot joy until I be resolv'd Where our right valiant father is become . I saw him in the battle range about , And watch'd him how he singled ...
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... happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell ? I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind ; And would my father had left me no more ! For all the rest is held at such a rate As brings a thousand - fold ...
... happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell ? I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind ; And would my father had left me no more ! For all the rest is held at such a rate As brings a thousand - fold ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... happy thing To be the father unto many sons . Answer no more , for thou shalt be my queen . Glou . Aside to CLARENCE . The ghostly father now hath done his shrift . Clar . Aside to GLOUCESTER . When he was made a shriver , ' twas for ...
... happy thing To be the father unto many sons . Answer no more , for thou shalt be my queen . Glou . Aside to CLARENCE . The ghostly father now hath done his shrift . Clar . Aside to GLOUCESTER . When he was made a shriver , ' twas for ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Cates Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford conscience Crom crown curse death Dorset doth Duch Duke of Gloucester Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Earl of SURREY Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear France friends gentle give Glou Gloucester grace Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Henry's holy honour house of Lancaster house of York Kath King EDWARD King Henry King RICHARD king's Lady leave live Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lovell madam Margaret Montague never noble peace pity Plantagenet poor pray Prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Second Gent Second Murd shalt Sir Thomas Lovell Somerset sorrow soul sovereign speak Stan Stanley sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue Tower unto Warwick weep WOLSEY
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 105 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Seite 305 - 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 295 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Seite 132 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling wak'd ; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Seite 55 - I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, And, like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colours to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, And set the murderous...
Seite 295 - 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 291 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to's holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Seite 296 - I am fall'n indeed. 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 218 - What! do I fear myself ? there'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 ? 0 ! no : alas ! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Seite 38 - So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, 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