The Tragedy of King Richard IIClarendon Press, 1882 - 158 páginas |
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1st quarto arms Bagot banish'd banishment Bishop of Carlisle blood Bolingbroke breath brother Bushy C. P. ed Carlisle castle Coll cousin crown dear death doth Duchess Duke of Aumerle Duke of Hereford Duke of Norfolk Earl Earl of Wiltshire early eds earth edition England Enter Exeunt Exton fair farewell father fear Fitzwater flatter folio reading friends gage give Gloster grace grief hand hast hath heart heaven Henry Henry IV Holinshed honour John of Gaunt King Richard king's land Lear liege live look lord Macb majesty Malone Marshal means noble Northumberland pardon Percy play Pope prince Queen realm Rich Richard II Rolfe Rolfe's royal SCENE Schmidt Shakespeare Sonn sorrow soul sour sovereign speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears Temp thee thine Thomas Mowbray thou throne tongue traitor treason uncle unto weeping word York
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Página 96 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Página 96 - All murder'd ; for within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Página 165 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
Página 212 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 92 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king...
Página 127 - Bolingbroke ! You would have thought the very windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage ; and that all the walls, With painted imagery, had said at once, — Jesu preserve thee ! welcome, Bolingbroke ! Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespoke them thus, — I thank you, countrymen : And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.
Página 59 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more, Than an unstringed viol or a harp ; Or, like a cunning instrument cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Página 182 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars...
Página 63 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Página 220 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.