Shakespere's Works, Volumen7D. Appleton, 1897 |
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... unto the crown and reign as king . Earl of Northumberland , he slew thy father , And thine , Lord Clifford ; and you both have vow'd revenge On him , his sons , his favourites , and his friends . North . If I be not , heavens be reveng ...
... unto the crown and reign as king . Earl of Northumberland , he slew thy father , And thine , Lord Clifford ; and you both have vow'd revenge On him , his sons , his favourites , and his friends . North . If I be not , heavens be reveng ...
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... ? War . Do right unto this princely Duke of York , Or I will fill the house with armed men , And o'er the chair of state , where now he sits , Write up his title with usurping blood . He stamps 8 Аст І THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.
... ? War . Do right unto this princely Duke of York , Or I will fill the house with armed men , And o'er the chair of state , where now he sits , Write up his title with usurping blood . He stamps 8 Аст І THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.
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... unto the prince your son ! War . What good is this to England and himself ! West . Base , fearful , and despairing Henry ! Clif . How hast thou injur'd both thyself and us ! West . I cannot stay to hear these articles . North . Nor I ...
... unto the prince your son ! War . What good is this to England and himself ! West . Base , fearful , and despairing Henry ! Clif . How hast thou injur'd both thyself and us ! West . I cannot stay to hear these articles . North . Nor I ...
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... unto the sea from whence I came . Exeunt YORK and his Sons , WARWICK , NOR- FOLK , MONTAGUE , Soldiers , and Attendants . K. Hen . And I , with grief and sorrow , to the court . Enter Queen MARGARET and the Prince of Wales . Exe . Here ...
... unto the sea from whence I came . Exeunt YORK and his Sons , WARWICK , NOR- FOLK , MONTAGUE , Soldiers , and Attendants . K. Hen . And I , with grief and sorrow , to the court . Enter Queen MARGARET and the Prince of Wales . Exe . Here ...
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... unto the house of York such head As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance . To entail him and his heirs unto the crown , What is it but to make thy sepulchre , And creep into it far before thy time ? Warwick is chancellor and the ...
... unto the house of York such head As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance . To entail him and his heirs unto the crown , What is it but to make thy sepulchre , And creep into it far before thy time ? Warwick is chancellor and the ...
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