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, 1859 |
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... Heaven these eyes shall never close : This is the palace of the fearful King , And this the regal seat : possess it , York ; For this is thine , and not King Henry's heirs ' . York . Assist me , then , sweet Warwick , and I will ; For ...
... Heaven these eyes shall never close : This is the palace of the fearful King , And this the regal seat : possess it , York ; For this is thine , and not King Henry's heirs ' . York . Assist me , then , sweet Warwick , and I will ; For ...
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... have vow'd revenge On him , his sons , his favourites , and his friends . Northumberland . If I be not , Heavens be reveng'd on me ! · Clifford . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in A 2 SC . I. 9 KING HENRY VI . York. ...
... have vow'd revenge On him , his sons , his favourites , and his friends . Northumberland . If I be not , Heavens be reveng'd on me ! · Clifford . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in A 2 SC . I. 9 KING HENRY VI . York. ...
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... Heaven , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! multitudes , and fear ? Clif . So cowards fight when they can fly no farther ; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; So desperate thieves , all ...
... Heaven , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! multitudes , and fear ? Clif . So cowards fight when they can fly no farther ; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; So desperate thieves , all ...
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... Heaven , my blood upon your heads ! North . Had he been slaughter - man to all my kin , I should not , for my life , but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul . Q. Mar. What ! weeping - ripe , my Lord North- umberland ...
... Heaven , my blood upon your heads ! North . Had he been slaughter - man to all my kin , I should not , for my life , but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul . Q. Mar. What ! weeping - ripe , my Lord North- umberland ...
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... heaven figures some event . Edw . ' Tis wondrous strange ; the like yet never heard of . I think it cites us , brother , to the field , That we , the sons of brave Plantagenet , Each one already blazing by our meeds , Should ...
... heaven figures some event . Edw . ' Tis wondrous strange ; the like yet never heard of . I think it cites us , brother , to the field , That we , the sons of brave Plantagenet , Each one already blazing by our meeds , Should ...
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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 Earl of Surrey 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 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 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 114 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Página 46 - To kings that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes, it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Página 65 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
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 142 - Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ; — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace...
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 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 393 - I am fall'n indeed. Crom. How does your grace? Wol. Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Página 392 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, 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 393 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes