Shakespere's Works, Volumen7D. Appleton, 1897 |
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... Thanks , gentle Norfolk . Stay by me , my lords ; And , soldiers , stay and lodge by me this night . War . And when the king comes , offer him no violence , Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce . The Soldiers retire . York . The ...
... Thanks , gentle Norfolk . Stay by me , my lords ; And , soldiers , stay and lodge by me this night . War . And when the king comes , offer him no violence , Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce . The Soldiers retire . York . The ...
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... thanks . Glou . Aside to CLARENCE . The match is made ; she seals it with a courts'y . K. Edw . But stay thee ; ' tis the fruits of love I mean . L. Grey . The fruits of love I mean , my loving liege . K. Edw . Ay , but , I fear me , in ...
... thanks . Glou . Aside to CLARENCE . The match is made ; she seals it with a courts'y . K. Edw . But stay thee ; ' tis the fruits of love I mean . L. Grey . The fruits of love I mean , my loving liege . K. Edw . Ay , but , I fear me , in ...
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... thanks for all at once . K. Lew . Then , England's messenger , return in post , And tell false Edward , thy supposed king , That Lewis of France is sending over masquers To revel it with him and his new bride . Thou seest what ' s past ...
... thanks for all at once . K. Lew . Then , England's messenger , return in post , And tell false Edward , thy supposed king , That Lewis of France is sending over masquers To revel it with him and his new bride . Thou seest what ' s past ...
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... thank you for your motion . Son Edward , she is fair and virtuous , Therefore delay not , give thy hand to Warwick ; And , with thy hand , thy faith irrevocable , That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine . Prince . Yes , I accept her ...
... thank you for your motion . Son Edward , she is fair and virtuous , Therefore delay not , give thy hand to Warwick ; And , with thy hand , thy faith irrevocable , That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine . Prince . Yes , I accept her ...
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... quite forget their loss of liberty . But , Warwick , after God , thou set'st me free , And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee ; He was the author , thou the instrument . Therefore 76 ACT IV THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.
... quite forget their loss of liberty . But , Warwick , after God , thou set'st me free , And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee ; He was the author , thou the instrument . Therefore 76 ACT IV THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.
Términos y frases comunes
Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Cates Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford conscience Crom crown curse death Dorset doth Duch Duke of Gloucester Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Earl of SURREY Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear France friends gentle give Glou Gloucester grace Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Henry's holy honour house of Lancaster house of York Kath King EDWARD King Henry King RICHARD king's Lady leave live Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lovell madam Margaret Montague never noble peace pity Plantagenet poor pray Prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Second Gent Second Murd shalt Sir Thomas Lovell Somerset sorrow soul sovereign speak Stan Stanley sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue Tower unto Warwick weep WOLSEY
Pasajes populares
Página 105 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Página 305 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Página 295 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 132 - 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 55 - 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, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, And set the murderous...
Página 295 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 291 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to's holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Página 296 - I am fall'n indeed. Crom. How does your grace? Wol. Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Página 218 - What! do I fear myself ? there's none else by: Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No. Yes, I am : Then fly : what! from myself ? Great reason why : Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself ? Alack ! I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good That I myself have done unto myself ? 0 ! no : alas ! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Página 38 - 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