The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: Henry VI, pt. 3. Richard IIIGinn & Heath, 1880 |
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... sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in by force . Norf . We'll assist you ; he that flies shall die . York . Thanks , gentle Norfolk : -stay by me , my lords ; - And , soldiers , stay , and lodge by me this night ...
... sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in by force . Norf . We'll assist you ; he that flies shall die . York . Thanks , gentle Norfolk : -stay by me , my lords ; - And , soldiers , stay , and lodge by me this night ...
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... Sweet father , do so ; set it on your head . Mont . [ To YORK . ] Good brother , as thou lovest and honour'st arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavilling thus . Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the King will fly . York ...
... Sweet father , do so ; set it on your head . Mont . [ To YORK . ] Good brother , as thou lovest and honour'st arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavilling thus . Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the King will fly . York ...
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... sweet son : The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me . Queen . Enforced thee ! art thou king , and wilt be forced ? I shame to hear thee speak . Ah , timorous wretch ! Thou hast undone thyself , thy son , and me ; And given unto the ...
... sweet son : The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me . Queen . Enforced thee ! art thou king , and wilt be forced ? I shame to hear thee speak . Ah , timorous wretch ! Thou hast undone thyself , thy son , and me ; And given unto the ...
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... sweet a thing it is to wear a crown ; Within whose circuit is Elysium , And all that poets feign of bliss and joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest Until the white rose that I wear be dyed Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's ...
... sweet a thing it is to wear a crown ; Within whose circuit is Elysium , And all that poets feign of bliss and joy . Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest Until the white rose that I wear be dyed Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's ...
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... Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die ! 1 Whose refers to brat , not to duke . " 2 So Milton , in Lycidas : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw daily devours apace . " I am too mean a subject for thy wrath : SCENE III . 21 ...
... Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die ! 1 Whose refers to brat , not to duke . " 2 So Milton , in Lycidas : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw daily devours apace . " I am too mean a subject for thy wrath : SCENE III . 21 ...
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.