The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen5Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1811 |
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... gentle suit . Tal . Ne'er trust me then ; for , when a world of men Could not prevail with all their oratory , Yet hath a woman's kindness over - rul'd : - And therefore tell her , I return great thanks ; And in submission will attend ...
... gentle suit . Tal . Ne'er trust me then ; for , when a world of men Could not prevail with all their oratory , Yet hath a woman's kindness over - rul'd : - And therefore tell her , I return great thanks ; And in submission will attend ...
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... gentle sir . Come , let us four to dinner : I dare say , This quarrel will drink blood another day . The same . ' SCENE V. [ Exeunt . A Room in the Tower . Enter MORTIMER , 4 brought in a chair by two Keepers . Mor . Kind keepers of my ...
... gentle sir . Come , let us four to dinner : I dare say , This quarrel will drink blood another day . The same . ' SCENE V. [ Exeunt . A Room in the Tower . Enter MORTIMER , 4 brought in a chair by two Keepers . Mor . Kind keepers of my ...
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... gentle duke . But where is Pucelle now ? I think , her old familiar is asleep : Now where's the Bastard's braves , andCharles his gleeks ? What , all a - mort ? 6 Roüen hangs her head for grief , That such a valiant company are fled ...
... gentle duke . But where is Pucelle now ? I think , her old familiar is asleep : Now where's the Bastard's braves , andCharles his gleeks ? What , all a - mort ? 6 Roüen hangs her head for grief , That such a valiant company are fled ...
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... gentle blood . K.Hen . Stain to thy countrymen ! thou hear'st thy doom : Be packing therefore , thou that wast a knight ; Henceforth we banish thee , on pain of death . [ Exit FASTOLFE . -And now , my lord protector , view the letter ...
... gentle blood . K.Hen . Stain to thy countrymen ! thou hear'st thy doom : Be packing therefore , thou that wast a knight ; Henceforth we banish thee , on pain of death . [ Exit FASTOLFE . -And now , my lord protector , view the letter ...
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... gently on thy tender side . I kiss these fingers [ Kissing her hand . ] for eternal peace : Who art thou ? say , that I may honour thee . Mar. Margaret my name ; and daughter to a king , The king of Naples , whosoe'er thou art . Suf ...
... gently on thy tender side . I kiss these fingers [ Kissing her hand . ] for eternal peace : Who art thou ? say , that I may honour thee . Mar. Margaret my name ; and daughter to a king , The king of Naples , whosoe'er thou art . Suf ...
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Alarum Anne arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade canst Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death dost doth Duch duke of York earl enemies England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fight France friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade John of Gaunt JOHNS K.Edw K.Hen K.Rich King HENRY L.Grey lady Lancaster live lord lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty ne'er never noble peace Plantagenet prince protector PUCELLE Q.Eliz Q.Mar Queen MARGARET Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Richmond Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Stan STEEV Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Tower traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words
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Página 94 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Página 33 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects
Página 46 - Content" to that which grieves my heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions...
Página 25 - Seize on him, Furies ! take him to your torments !" With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 3 - Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Página 32 - When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Página 36 - 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 63 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny : the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony, to drink small beer : all the realm shall be in common, and in Cht-apside shall my palfry go to grass.
Página 94 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.