King Henry VI, part 3. King Richard IIIPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... earl of March : I am the son of Henry the fifth , Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop , And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces . 110 War . Talk not of France , sith thou hast lost it all . K. Henry . The lord protector lost ...
... earl of March : I am the son of Henry the fifth , Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop , And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces . 110 War . Talk not of France , sith thou hast lost it all . K. Henry . The lord protector lost ...
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... earl of Warwick , and the duke , enforc'd me . Queen . Enforc'd thee ! art thou king , and wilt be forc'd ? 240 I shame to hear thee speak . Ah , timorous wretch ! Thou hast undone thyself , thy son , and me ; And given unto the house ...
... earl of Warwick , and the duke , enforc'd me . Queen . Enforc'd thee ! art thou king , and wilt be forc'd ? 240 I shame to hear thee speak . Ah , timorous wretch ! Thou hast undone thyself , thy son , and me ; And given unto the house ...
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... earls and lords , Intend here to besiege you in your castle : She is hard by with twenty thousand men ; And therefore fortify your hold , my lord . York . Ay , with my sword . that we fear them ? —、 What ! think'st thou , Edward and ...
... earls and lords , Intend here to besiege you in your castle : She is hard by with twenty thousand men ; And therefore fortify your hold , my lord . York . Ay , with my sword . that we fear them ? —、 What ! think'st thou , Edward and ...
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... earl of March , Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure , Will but amount to five and twenty thousand , 180 Why , Via ! to London will we march amain ; And once again bestride our foaming steeds , And once again cry - Charge upon the ...
... earl of March , Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure , Will but amount to five and twenty thousand , 180 Why , Via ! to London will we march amain ; And once again bestride our foaming steeds , And once again cry - Charge upon the ...
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... earl of March , but duke of York ; The next degree is , England's royal king : For king of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In every borough as we pass along ; And he , that casts not up his cap for joy , Shall for the offence make ...
... earl of March , but duke of York ; The next degree is , England's royal king : For king of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In every borough as we pass along ; And he , that casts not up his cap for joy , Shall for the offence make ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anne battle blood brother Buck Buckingham Cates Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse Daugh dead death devil Dorset doth duke of York Dutch earl Edward IV England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes farewel father fear folio France friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Henry's Holinshed honour horse house of Lancaster house of York JOHNSON king Edward king Henry king Richard lady Lancaster live look lord Hastings madam MALONE Margaret means Montague mother Murd never noble oath old quarto peize Plantagenet play prince PRINCE of WALES quartos read Queen Rape of Lucrece Rich Richm Richmond royal Saint George SCENE Shakspere shalt slain soldiers Somerset soul speak Stan Stanley STEEVENS sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast Tower traitor uncle unto Warwick weep words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 6 - 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 145 - ... hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree, All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Seite 6 - 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 36 - 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 55 - 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...
Seite 56 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Seite 146 - By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
Seite 37 - 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 133 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. 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!