The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Band 8 |
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... arm Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen ; Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despight ; Laugh'd in his face ; and , when with grief he wept , The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheek , A napkin steeped in the harmless blood Of ...
... arm Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen ; Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despight ; Laugh'd in his face ; and , when with grief he wept , The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheek , A napkin steeped in the harmless blood Of ...
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... Tell our devotion with revengeful arms ? If for the laft , fay , AY ; and to it , lords . WAR . Why , therefore Warwick came to feek you out ; And therefore comes my brother Montague . Attend me , 346 THE THIRD PART OF.
... Tell our devotion with revengeful arms ? If for the laft , fay , AY ; and to it , lords . WAR . Why , therefore Warwick came to feek you out ; And therefore comes my brother Montague . Attend me , 346 THE THIRD PART OF.
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... arms , I , that did never weep , now melt with woe ; That winter should cut off our spring time fo . WAR . Away ... arm is for the duke of York , And this for Rutland , both bound to revenge , Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall ...
... arms , I , that did never weep , now melt with woe ; That winter should cut off our spring time fo . WAR . Away ... arm is for the duke of York , And this for Rutland , both bound to revenge , Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall ...
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... arms of mine shall be thy winding sheet , My heart , fweet boy , fhall be thy fepulchre ; For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go . My fighing breast shall be thy funeral bell , And fo obfequious will thy father be , Sad for the ...
... arms of mine shall be thy winding sheet , My heart , fweet boy , fhall be thy fepulchre ; For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go . My fighing breast shall be thy funeral bell , And fo obfequious will thy father be , Sad for the ...
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... arm up like a wither'd fhrub ; To make an envious mountain on my back , Where fits deformity to mock my body ; To fhape my legs of an unequal fize ; To difproportion me in every part , Like to a chaos , or unlick'd bear - whelp , That ...
... arm up like a wither'd fhrub ; To make an envious mountain on my back , Where fits deformity to mock my body ; To fhape my legs of an unequal fize ; To difproportion me in every part , Like to a chaos , or unlick'd bear - whelp , That ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt ANNE anſwer Becauſe blood brother BUCK Buckingham Catesby cauſe CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford crown curfe death devil doth duke of York DUTCH earl Enter king Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fovereign friends ftand fubject fuch fweet fword gentle Glo'fter Glouceſter grace gracious GRAY HAST Haſtings hath heart heav'n Henry VI himſelf houſe huſband Ibid JOHNS king Edward Lancaſter laſt live lord Haftings Lord Stanley madam majeſty Montague moſt muſt myſelf noble paffage perfon Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prince prince of Wales quarto QUEEN Ratcliff reafon reft reſt RICH Richard Richard III Richmond ſay SCENE ſeem Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſhould Somerſet ſpeak ſtand Stanley ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tell thee thefe THEOB theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand Unleſs unto uſe vice WARB Warwick Whoſe William Brandon words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 422 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 353 - 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 537 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. 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 354 - 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...
Seite 448 - Who 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 416 - 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! I am myself alone.— Clarence, beware!
Seite 422 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...