King Henry VIL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
Términos y frases comunes
Alarums ALENÇON arms art thou bear blood brave brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade canst Charles Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin death doth Duch duke Humphrey duke of Burgundy duke of Gloster duke of York earl Edward enemies England Enter KING HENRY Enter MESSENGER Exeunt Exit farewell fear fight foes France French friends give Glos grace gracious hand hath head heart heaven hence Henry's honor house of Lancaster house of York Iden Jack Cade John lady Lancaster leave live lord lord protector madam majesty Montague ne'er never noble peace Plantagenet prince protector Pucelle QUEEN MARGARET Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE SHAK shame slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words
Pasajes populares
Página 326 - 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 242 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school; and whereas before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and contrary to the King his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Página 20 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Página 230 - Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment ? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man ? Some say, the bee stings ; but I say, 'tis the bee's wax, for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.
Página 350 - That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns ; Seeking a way, and straying from the way ; Not knowing how to find the open air, But toiling desperately to find it out, — Torment myself to catch the English crown. And from that torment I will free myself, Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ; And cry, content...