The Vale Shakespeare, Volumen21Hacon & Ricketts, 1903 |
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Página ix
... soul , thou and thy house shall rue it . WESTMORELAND . Plantagenet , of thee and these thy sons , Thy kinsmen and thy friends , I'll have more lives Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . CLIFFORD . Urge it no more ; lest that ...
... soul , thou and thy house shall rue it . WESTMORELAND . Plantagenet , of thee and these thy sons , Thy kinsmen and thy friends , I'll have more lives Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . CLIFFORD . Urge it no more ; lest that ...
Página xviii
... , if I digg'd up thy forefathers ' graves , And hung their rotten coffins up in chains , It could not slake my ire , nor ease my heart . The sight of any of the house of York Is as a fury to torment my soul ; And xviii.
... , if I digg'd up thy forefathers ' graves , And hung their rotten coffins up in chains , It could not slake my ire , nor ease my heart . The sight of any of the house of York Is as a fury to torment my soul ; And xviii.
Página xix
William Shakespeare. Is as a fury to torment my soul ; And till I root out their accursed line And leave not one alive , I live in hell : Therefore ... RUTLAND . ( Lifting his hand . ) Oh , let me pray before I take my death ! To thee I ...
William Shakespeare. Is as a fury to torment my soul ; And till I root out their accursed line And leave not one alive , I live in hell : Therefore ... RUTLAND . ( Lifting his hand . ) Oh , let me pray before I take my death ! To thee I ...
Página xxiv
... soul , the hearers will shed tears ; Yea , even my foes will shed fast - falling tears , And say ' Alas , it was a ... soul to heaven , my blood upon your heads ! NORTHUMBERLAND . Had he been slaughter - man to all my kin , I should not ...
... soul , the hearers will shed tears ; Yea , even my foes will shed fast - falling tears , And say ' Alas , it was a ... soul to heaven , my blood upon your heads ! NORTHUMBERLAND . Had he been slaughter - man to all my kin , I should not ...
Página xxvii
... soul's palace is become a prison : Ah , would she break from hence , that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest ! For never henceforth shall I joy again , Never , Oh never , shall I see more joy ! RICHARD . I cannot weep ...
... soul's palace is become a prison : Ah , would she break from hence , that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest ! For never henceforth shall I joy again , Never , Oh never , shall I see more joy ! RICHARD . I cannot weep ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alarum battle bear blood blows brave brother canst Clarence Clifford crown death doth drum Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Earl England Enter King Edward Enter King Henry Enter Warwick EXETER Exeunt Exit Fair lords farewell fear fight Flourish France friends gentle George GLOUCESTER GLOUCESTER.(Aside grace Hadst thou hand hath head hear heart heaven heir hence Henry's honour 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 Phaëthon pity Plantagenet POST QUEEN MARGARET rest revenge RICHARD RICHARD PLANTAGENET Rutland Saint George Sandal Castle SCENE SECOND KEEPER 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