The Vale Shakespeare, Volumen21Hacon & Ricketts, 1903 |
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Página viii
... it . You forget That we are those which chas'd you from the field , And slew your fathers , and with colours spread March'd through the city to the palace gates . NORTHUMBERLAND . Yes , Warwick , I remember it to viii.
... it . You forget That we are those which chas'd you from the field , And slew your fathers , and with colours spread March'd through the city to the palace gates . NORTHUMBERLAND . Yes , Warwick , I remember it to viii.
Página xxiv
... gate of mercy , gracious God ! My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee . QUEEN MARGARET . Off with his head , and set it on York gates ; So York may overlook the town of York . ( Dies . ) ( Flourish . Exeunt . ) ACT II ...
... gate of mercy , gracious God ! My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee . QUEEN MARGARET . Off with his head , and set it on York gates ; So York may overlook the town of York . ( Dies . ) ( Flourish . Exeunt . ) ACT II ...
Página xxv
... gates , And takes her farewell of the glorious sun ! How well resembles it the prime of youth , Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love ! EDWARD Dazzle my eyes , or do I see three suns ? RICHARD . Three glorious suns , each one a ...
... gates , And takes her farewell of the glorious sun ! How well resembles it the prime of youth , Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love ! EDWARD Dazzle my eyes , or do I see three suns ? RICHARD . Three glorious suns , each one a ...
Página xxvi
... gates of York They set the same ; and there it doth remain , The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd . EDWARD . Sweet Duke of York , our prop to lean upon , Now thou art gone , we have no staff , no stay.- O Clifford , boisterous ...
... gates of York They set the same ; and there it doth remain , The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd . EDWARD . Sweet Duke of York , our prop to lean upon , Now thou art gone , we have no staff , no stay.- O Clifford , boisterous ...
Página xxxvii
... gates of heaven may ope , And give sweet passage to my sinful soul ! Now , lords , take leave until we meet again , Where'er it be , in heaven or in earth . RICHARD . Brother , give me thy hand ; and , gentle Warwick , Let me embrace ...
... gates of heaven may ope , And give sweet passage to my sinful soul ! Now , lords , take leave until we meet again , Where'er it be , in heaven or in earth . RICHARD . Brother , give me thy hand ; and , gentle Warwick , Let me embrace ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alarum battle bear blood blows brave brother canst Clifford crown death doth drum Duke of York Earl England Enter King Edward Enter King Henry Enter Warwick EXETER Exeunt Exit eyes Fair lords farewell fear fight Flourish fortune France friends gates gentle George GLOUCESTER grace hadst hand hast thou hath head hear heart heaven heir hence Henry's honour hope house of Lancaster house of York John of Gaunt KING LEWIS Lady Bona LADY GREY Lancaster leave London Lord Clifford Lord Hastings MESSENGER methinks Montague ne'er Norfolk NORTHUMBERLAND oath Oxford pity Plantagenet POST QUEEN MARGARET rest revenge RICHARD RICHARD PLANTAGENET Rutland Saint George Sandal Castle SCENE SECOND KEEPER Sir John slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stand stay sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thy father thyself traitor Twas unto valiant WESTMORELAND wilt thou words yield
Pasajes populares
Página lv - 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 cameleon, Change shapes with Proteus, for advantages, And set the murderous Machiavel to school '. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown ? Tut ! were it further off, I'll pluck it down '. [Exit.
Página lxxxvii - And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick ? Why ask I that ? my mangled body shows, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle...
Página xcv - Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Página xxxix - 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...
Página xcvii - And so I was ; which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. 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.
Página xxxix - So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months, and years, 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