The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare Complete in 13 Volumes, Volumen7Outlook Company, 1899 |
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Página 138
... Somerset . RICHARD PLANTAGENET , son of Richard , late Earl of Cambridge ; afterwards Duke of York . The Earls of WARWICK , SALISBURY , and SUFFolk , EARL TALBOT , afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury . JOHN TALBOT , his son . EDMUND MORTIMER ...
... Somerset . RICHARD PLANTAGENET , son of Richard , late Earl of Cambridge ; afterwards Duke of York . The Earls of WARWICK , SALISBURY , and SUFFolk , EARL TALBOT , afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury . JOHN TALBOT , his son . EDMUND MORTIMER ...
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... SOMERSET , SUFFOLK , and WAR . WICK ; RICHARD PLANTAGENET , VERNON , and another Lawyer . Plan . Great lords , and gentlemen , what means this silence ? Dare no man answer in a case of truth ? Suf . Within the Temple - hall we were too ...
... SOMERSET , SUFFOLK , and WAR . WICK ; RICHARD PLANTAGENET , VERNON , and another Lawyer . Plan . Great lords , and gentlemen , what means this silence ? Dare no man answer in a case of truth ? Suf . Within the Temple - hall we were too ...
Página 180
... Somerset ; And say withal , I think he held the right . Ver . Stay , lords and gentlemen ; and pluck Till no more , you conclude that he upon whose side The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree , Shall yield the other in the right ...
... Somerset ; And say withal , I think he held the right . Ver . Stay , lords and gentlemen ; and pluck Till no more , you conclude that he upon whose side The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree , Shall yield the other in the right ...
Página 181
William Shakespeare. Law . [ to SOMERSET . ] Unless my study and my books be false , The argument you held was wrong in you ; In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too . Plan . Now , Somerset , where is your ar- gument ? [ that Som . Here ...
William Shakespeare. Law . [ to SOMERSET . ] Unless my study and my books be false , The argument you held was wrong in you ; In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too . Plan . Now , Somerset , where is your ar- gument ? [ that Som . Here ...
Página 182
... Somerset ; [ ence , His grandfather was Lionel duke of Clar Third son to the third Edward king of Eng- land ; [ root ? Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a Plan . He bears him on the place's privi- lege , Or durst not , for his craven ...
... Somerset ; [ ence , His grandfather was Lionel duke of Clar Third son to the third Edward king of Eng- land ; [ root ? Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a Plan . He bears him on the place's privi- lege , Or durst not , for his craven ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alarum Alençon arms art thou blood brave Buckingham Burgundy Cade canst captain cardinal Char Charles Clif CONSTABLE OF FRANCE crown Dauphin dead death dost doth Duch duke of Burgundy duke of York earl enemy England English Enter KING HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight Fluellen France French give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath heart heaven honor house of Lancaster Humphrey Jack Cade John Kate Kath liege live look lord lord protector madam majesty Margaret master ne'er never night noble Orleans peace Pist pray prince prisoners protector PUCELLE queen ransom Reig Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor treason uncle unto valiant Warwick
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Página 40 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Página 20 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Página 96 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Página 7 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object : can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt...
Página 40 - I, to comfort him, bid him a' should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet.
Página 184 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose : And here I prophesy, — This brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Página 96 - That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is...
Página 50 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Página 95 - What's he that wishes so ? My cousin Westmoreland ? — No, my fair cousin : If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss ; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more.