The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare Complete in 13 Volumes, Volumen7Outlook Company, 1899 |
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... Suffolk also lies . Suffolk first died : and York , all haggled over , Comes to him , where in gore he lay insteep'd , And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes , That bloodily did yawn upon his face ; And cries aloud , Tarry , my ...
... Suffolk also lies . Suffolk first died : and York , all haggled over , Comes to him , where in gore he lay insteep'd , And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes , That bloodily did yawn upon his face ; And cries aloud , Tarry , my ...
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... Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm , and kiss'd his lips ; [ seal'd And so , espoused to death , with blood he A testament of noble - ending love . The pretty and sweet manner of it forced Those waters from me , which I would have ...
... Suffolk's neck He threw his wounded arm , and kiss'd his lips ; [ seal'd And so , espoused to death , with blood he A testament of noble - ending love . The pretty and sweet manner of it forced Those waters from me , which I would have ...
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... SUFFolk , EARL TALBOT , afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury . JOHN TALBOT , his son . EDMUND MORTIMER , Earl of March . Sir JOHN FASTOLFE , Sir WILLIAM LUCY , Sir WIL- LIAM GLANSDALE , and Sir THOMAS GARGrave . MAYOR of London . WOODVILLE ...
... SUFFolk , EARL TALBOT , afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury . JOHN TALBOT , his son . EDMUND MORTIMER , Earl of March . Sir JOHN FASTOLFE , Sir WILLIAM LUCY , Sir WIL- LIAM GLANSDALE , and Sir THOMAS GARGrave . MAYOR of London . WOODVILLE ...
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... 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 loud ; The ...
... 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 loud ; The ...
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... SUFFOLK ; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER , RICHARD PLANTAG- ENET , and others . GLOSTER offers to put up a bill ; WINCHESTER snatches it , and tears it . Winchester . OM'ST thou with deep premeditated lines , With written pamphlets studiously ...
... SUFFOLK ; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER , RICHARD PLANTAG- ENET , and others . GLOSTER offers to put up a bill ; WINCHESTER snatches it , and tears it . Winchester . OM'ST thou with deep premeditated lines , With written pamphlets studiously ...
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.