Shakspeare's King Henry VI., Part III.Longmans, 1873 - 118 páginas |
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... lives Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . Clif . Urge it no more ; lest that , instead of words , I send thee , Warwick , such a ... live . K. Hen . Think'st thou that I will leave my SCENE I. KING HENRY THE SIXTH , PART III . 7.
... lives Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . Clif . Urge it no more ; lest that , instead of words , I send thee , Warwick , such a ... live . K. Hen . Think'st thou that I will leave my SCENE I. KING HENRY THE SIXTH , PART III . 7.
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... live in peace , abandoned and despised ! [ Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND , CLIFFORD , and WESTMORELAND . War . Turn this way ... live , To honour me as thy king and sovereign , And neither by treason nor hostility , To seek to put me down , and ...
... live in peace , abandoned and despised ! [ Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND , CLIFFORD , and WESTMORELAND . War . Turn this way ... live , To honour me as thy king and sovereign , And neither by treason nor hostility , To seek to put me down , and ...
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... live . Clif . In vain thou speak'st , poor boy ; my father's blood Hath stopped the passage where thy words should ... lives 16 ACT I. KING HENRY THE SIXTH , PART III .
... live . Clif . In vain thou speak'st , poor boy ; my father's blood Hath stopped the passage where thy words should ... lives 16 ACT I. KING HENRY THE SIXTH , PART III .
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... live in hell . Therefore- [ Lifting his hand . Rut . O , let me pray before I take my death ! — To thee I pray ; sweet Clifford , pity me ! Clif . Such pity as my rapier's point affords . Rut . I never did thee harm ; why wilt thou slay ...
... live in hell . Therefore- [ Lifting his hand . Rut . O , let me pray before I take my death ! — To thee I pray ; sweet Clifford , pity me ! Clif . Such pity as my rapier's point affords . Rut . I never did thee harm ; why wilt thou slay ...
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... lives , Breathe out invectives ' gainst the officers . York . O , Clifford , but bethink thee once again , And in thy thought o'er - run my former time ; And , if thou canst for blushing , view this face , And bite thy tongue , that ...
... lives , Breathe out invectives ' gainst the officers . York . O , Clifford , but bethink thee once again , And in thy thought o'er - run my former time ; And , if thou canst for blushing , view this face , And bite thy tongue , that ...
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Alarum battle bear blood brother Clar Clarence Clif Clifford colours crown death doth drum duke of York earl England Enter a Messenger Enter KING EDWARD EXAMINATION-QUESTIONS Exeter Exeunt Exit Fair lords farewell fear fight France friends gentle Gloster GLOUCESTER grace Grey Hadst thou hand hath head hear heart heaven heir hence Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Julius Cæsar lady Bona lady Grey Lancaster leave lord Hastings Measure for Measure Mess methinks Mont Montague ne'er Norfolk Northumberland oath Oxford pity Plantagenet prince QUEEN MARGARET rest revenge Rich Richard Richard III RICHARD PLANTAGENET Rutland Sandal Castle SCENE sir John slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stand stay sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thy father unto valiant Warwick wilt thou words York's party
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Página 45 - O 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 115 - Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must confer. [Exit Lieutenant. * K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf: * So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, * And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. — What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind ; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Página 46 - 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 66 - 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.
Página 46 - 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...
Página 118 - 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 : I am myself alone.