The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Band 5R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... Clif . What feeft thou in me , York ? why doft thot pause ? York . With thy brave bearing fhould I be in love But that thou art fo faft mine enemy . Clif . Nor fhould thy prowefs want praise and e steem , But that ' tis fhewn ignobly ...
... Clif . What feeft thou in me , York ? why doft thot pause ? York . With thy brave bearing fhould I be in love But that thou art fo faft mine enemy . Clif . Nor fhould thy prowefs want praise and e steem , But that ' tis fhewn ignobly ...
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... Clif . Shame and confufion ! all is on the rout ; Fear frames disorder , and disorder wounds Where it should guard . O war , thou fon of hell , Whom angry heavens do make their minifter , Throw in the frozen bofoms of our part Hot coals ...
... Clif . Shame and confufion ! all is on the rout ; Fear frames disorder , and disorder wounds Where it should guard . O war , thou fon of hell , Whom angry heavens do make their minifter , Throw in the frozen bofoms of our part Hot coals ...
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... ( As well we may , if not through your neglect ) , We fhall to London get ; where you are lov'd ; And where this breach , now in our fortunes made , May 1 May readily be stopp'd . Enter Young CLIFFORD . Clif 110 AR V. SECOND PART OF.
... ( As well we may , if not through your neglect ) , We fhall to London get ; where you are lov'd ; And where this breach , now in our fortunes made , May 1 May readily be stopp'd . Enter Young CLIFFORD . Clif 110 AR V. SECOND PART OF.
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... Clif . But that my heart's on future mifchief fet , I would fpeak blafphemy ere bid you fly ; But fly you muft ; uncurable difcomfit Reigns in the hearts of all our prefent parts . Away , for your relief ! and we will live To fee their ...
... Clif . But that my heart's on future mifchief fet , I would fpeak blafphemy ere bid you fly ; But fly you muft ; uncurable difcomfit Reigns in the hearts of all our prefent parts . Away , for your relief ! and we will live To fee their ...
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... Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in fteel . Weft . What , fhall we fuffer.this ? let's pluck him down : My heart for anger burns , I cannot brook it . K. Henry . Be patient , gentle earl of Westmore- land . Clif . Patience ...
... Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in fteel . Weft . What , fhall we fuffer.this ? let's pluck him down : My heart for anger burns , I cannot brook it . K. Henry . Be patient , gentle earl of Westmore- land . Clif . Patience ...
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Afide againſt Alarum Alcibiades anfwer Apemantus art thou Baft Becauſe beſt blood brother Burgundy Cade Clarence Clif Clifford crown death doft doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain Flav foldiers fome foul fovereign fpeak France friends ftand ftay fuch fure fweet fword Glofter grace hath heart heaven HENRY VI Henry's himſelf honour houfe houſe Humphrey Jack Cade King HENRY lord lord protector mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble pleaſe pleaſure prefent prifoner prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saliſbury SCENE ſhall Somerſet ſpeak ſtand ſtay Suffolk Talbot thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thou fhalt thouſand Timon unto Warwick whofe wilt yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 22 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Seite 22 - O 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 22 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O 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...