The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, Explanatory Foot-notes, Critical Notes, and a Glossarial Index, Volúmenes9-10Ginn & Heath, 1880 |
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... Queen's influence over her husband , resulting in the preferment of her family , gave apt occasion for those discontents and schisms in the faction which , in whatever line of conduct he had followed , could not have been long with- out ...
... Queen's influence over her husband , resulting in the preferment of her family , gave apt occasion for those discontents and schisms in the faction which , in whatever line of conduct he had followed , could not have been long with- out ...
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... Queen to Henry VI . LADY GREY , afterwards Queen to Edward IV . LADY BONA , Sister to the French Queen . Soldiers , and other Attendants on King Henry and King Edward , Messen- gers , Watchmen , & c . SCENE . - During part of the third ...
... Queen to Henry VI . LADY GREY , afterwards Queen to Edward IV . LADY BONA , Sister to the French Queen . Soldiers , and other Attendants on King Henry and King Edward , Messen- gers , Watchmen , & c . SCENE . - During part of the third ...
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... Queen , whose looks bewray her anger : I'll steal away . King . So , Exeter , will I. [ Going . [ Going . Enter Queen MARGARET and the Prince of WALES . Queen . Nay , go not from me ; I will follow thee . 8 Sandal Castle , near ...
... Queen , whose looks bewray her anger : I'll steal away . King . So , Exeter , will I. [ Going . [ Going . Enter Queen MARGARET and the Prince of WALES . Queen . Nay , go not from me ; I will follow thee . 8 Sandal Castle , near ...
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... Queen , and I will stay . Queen . Who can be patient in such extremes ? Ah , wretched man ! would I had died a maid , And never seen thee , never borne thee son , Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father ! Hath he deserved to lose ...
... Queen , and I will stay . Queen . Who can be patient in such extremes ? Ah , wretched man ! would I had died a maid , And never seen thee , never borne thee son , Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father ! Hath he deserved to lose ...
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... Queen . Come , son , away ; we may not linger thus . [ Exeunt Queen MARGARET and the Prince . King . Poor Queen ! how love to me and to her son Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! Revenged may she be on that hateful duke ...
... Queen . Come , son , away ; we may not linger thus . [ Exeunt Queen MARGARET and the Prince . King . Poor Queen ! how love to me and to her son Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! Revenged may she be on that hateful duke ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bast battle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Buck Buckingham Capell CATESBY Clar Clarence Clifford Collier's second folio cousin crown death dost doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes Falconbridge farewell father fear France friends Gaunt gentle give Glos Gloster Grace gracious Grey grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Holinshed honour House of Lancaster House of York Hubert John Julius Cæsar King Henry King Richard Lady land Lettsom liege live look lord Lord Hastings madam Majesty means mother Murd noble Norfolk Northumberland oath old copies pardon peace play Poet Pope Prince quarto Queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE sense Shakespeare shalt shame Somerset sorrow soul speak sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick word
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Página 194 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 108 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 48 - 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.
Página 163 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Página 61 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 174 - 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 279 - 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 228 - As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Ri'chard : no man cried, God save him...
Página 67 - I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could, And, like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colours to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Página 195 - 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...