The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: Henry VI, pt. 3. Richard IIIGinn & Heath, 1880 |
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... never been fully explained . History having as- signed several , the Poet , even if he had known better , was amply warranted in taking the one that would be made to tell most on the score of dramatic interest . And the scene at the ...
... never been fully explained . History having as- signed several , the Poet , even if he had known better , was amply warranted in taking the one that would be made to tell most on the score of dramatic interest . And the scene at the ...
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... never brook retreat , Cheer'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and Lord Stafford , all a - breast , Charged our main battle's front , and , breaking in , Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.1 Edw . Lord ...
... never brook retreat , Cheer'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and Lord Stafford , all a - breast , Charged our main battle's front , and , breaking in , Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.1 Edw . Lord ...
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... never close . This is the palace of the fearful King , And this the regal seat : possess it , York ; For this is thine , and not King Henry's heirs ' . York . Assist me , then , sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in ...
... never close . This is the palace of the fearful King , And this the regal seat : possess it , York ; For this is thine , and not King Henry's heirs ' . York . Assist me , then , sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in ...
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... never seen thee , never borne thee son , Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father ! Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus ? Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourish ...
... never seen thee , never borne thee son , Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father ! Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus ? Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourish ...
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... never did thee harm : why wilt thou slay me ? Clif . Thy father hath . Rut . But ' twas ere I was born.3 8 Edmund , Earl of Rutland , was born May 17 , 1443 ; the battle of St. Alban's , where Clifford's father was killed , took place ...
... never did thee harm : why wilt thou slay me ? Clif . Thy father hath . Rut . But ' twas ere I was born.3 8 Edmund , Earl of Rutland , was born May 17 , 1443 ; the battle of St. Alban's , where Clifford's father was killed , took place ...
Términos y frases comunes
Anne battle battle of Towton blood brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Collier's second folio crown curse daughter dead death doth Duch Duke of York Earl Earl of Richmond Earl of Warwick Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight France friends gentle give Glos Gloster Grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed honour House of Lancaster House of York Julius Cæsar King Edward King Henry King Richard Lady Lancaster live looks Lord Hastings madam means Mess Montague mother Murd murder noble old copies old text Oxford pity Plantagenet Prince quarto Ratcliff revenge Rich Richm Richmond royal SCENE second folio sense Shakespeare shalt soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Stan Stanley sweet tears tell thee thine thou art Tower uncle unto Warwick word
Pasajes populares
Página 49 - 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...
Página 142 - 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. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Página 142 - But I, that am not shaped 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...
Página 49 - 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.
Página 174 - All scattered 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 mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
Página 49 - 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 ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Página 175 - 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.
Página 279 - My conscience 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 us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Página 31 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.