The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volumen8Little, Brown, 1863 |
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... leaves . Reprinted in 1600 for the same bookseller ; and about 1619 for T. [ homas ] P. [ avier ] , with the First Part of the Contention . See the reverse of the bastard title to the Second Part of Henry VI . The third Part of Henry ...
... leaves . Reprinted in 1600 for the same bookseller ; and about 1619 for T. [ homas ] P. [ avier ] , with the First Part of the Contention . See the reverse of the bastard title to the Second Part of Henry VI . The third Part of Henry ...
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... leave me not , my lords ; be resolute ; I mean to take possession of my right . War . Neither the King , nor he that loves him best , The proudest he that holds up Lancaster , Dares stir a wing , if Warwick shake his bells . I'll plant ...
... leave me not , my lords ; be resolute ; I mean to take possession of my right . War . Neither the King , nor he that loves him best , The proudest he that holds up Lancaster , Dares stir a wing , if Warwick shake his bells . I'll plant ...
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... leave ] to speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : hear him , lords ; And be you silent and attentive too , For he that interrupts him shall not live . K. Hen . Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne , Wherein my ...
... leave ] to speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : hear him , lords ; And be you silent and attentive too , For he that interrupts him shall not live . K. Hen . Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne , Wherein my ...
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... leave thee . Come , son , let's away : Our army is ready ; come , we'll after them . K. Hen . Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . ] Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already : get thee gone . K. Hen . me ? Q. Mar. Gentle son ...
... leave thee . Come , son , let's away : Our army is ready ; come , we'll after them . K. Hen . Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . ] Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already : get thee gone . K. Hen . me ? Q. Mar. Gentle son ...
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... leave . Edw . No ; I can better play the orator . Mont . But I have reasons strong and forcible . Enter YORK . York . Why , how now , sons and brother ! at a strife ? What is your quarrel ? how began it first ? Edw . No quarrel , but a ...
... leave . Edw . No ; I can better play the orator . Mont . But I have reasons strong and forcible . Enter YORK . York . Why , how now , sons and brother ! at a strife ? What is your quarrel ? how began it first ? Edw . No quarrel , but a ...
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Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Collier's folio crown death Dorset doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Dyce Earl Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster Grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed holy honour House of Lancaster House of York James Blunt Kath King Edward King Henry King's Lady Lancaster leave live Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lovell Madam Margaret misprint Murd never noble octavo passage peace pity play poor pray Prince quartos Queen Ratcliff Rich Richard Richmond royal SCENE Shakespeare shalt Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak speech Stan Stanley sweet tell thee thine thou art Tower unto Warwick Wolsey word
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Página 264 - 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.
Página 392 - This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I, do.
Página 141 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Página 65 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Página 388 - s holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Página 169 - Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.
Página 168 - 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.
Página 395 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not...
Página 264 - 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 264 - What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why: Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.