King Henry VI, part 3 ; King Richard III ; King Henry VIIIBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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... once ; Or nourish'd him , as I did with my blood ; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart - blood there , Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir , And disinherited thine only son . Prince . Father , you cannot disinherit me ...
... once ; Or nourish'd him , as I did with my blood ; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart - blood there , Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir , And disinherited thine only son . Prince . Father , you cannot disinherit me ...
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... once they see them spread : And spread they shall be ; to thy foul disgrace , And utter ruin of the house of York . Thus do I leave thee . - Come , son , let's away ; Our army is ready ; come , we'll after them . K. Hen . Stay , gentle ...
... once they see them spread : And spread they shall be ; to thy foul disgrace , And utter ruin of the house of York . Thus do I leave thee . - Come , son , let's away ; Our army is ready ; come , we'll after them . K. Hen . Stay , gentle ...
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... once again , And in thy thought o'errun my former time : And , if thou canst for blushing , view this face ; And bite thy tongue , that slanders him with cowardice , Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this . Clif . I will not ...
... once again , And in thy thought o'errun my former time : And , if thou canst for blushing , view this face ; And bite thy tongue , that slanders him with cowardice , Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this . Clif . I will not ...
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William Shakespeare. And once again bestride our foaming steeds , And once again cry - Charge upon our foes ! But never once again turn back and fly . Rich . Ay , now , methinks , I hear great War- wick speak : Ne'er may he live to see a ...
William Shakespeare. And once again bestride our foaming steeds , And once again cry - Charge upon our foes ! But never once again turn back and fly . Rich . Ay , now , methinks , I hear great War- wick speak : Ne'er may he live to see a ...
Términos y frases comunes
Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Crom crown curse death Dorset doth Duch duke of Norfolk duke of York earl EARL OF SURREY Eliz Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Henry's holy honour house of Lancaster house of York Kath KING EDWARD KING HENRY KING RICHARD king's lady leave live look LORD CHAMBERLAIN lord Hastings Lovell madam Margaret Mess Montague Murd never noble peace pity poor pray prince queen Ratcliff revenge Rich Richmond royal SCENE shalt Sir THOMAS LOVELL Somerset sorrow soul sovereign speak Stan Stanley stay sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue Tower unto Warwick weep WOLSEY
Pasajes populares
Página 312 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Página 147 - 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.
Página 336 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 335 - s dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee ; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Página 333 - But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me Vain pomp and glory of this world. I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Página 335 - 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. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 148 - 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.
Página 120 - 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 davs.
Página 43 - 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. When this is known, then to divide the times : So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate...
Página 119 - 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.