Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... thy husband , and thy selfe , From top of Honor , to Disgraces feete ? Away from me , and let me heare no more ... The Second Part of Henry the Sixt .
... thy husband , and thy selfe , From top of Honor , to Disgraces feete ? Away from me , and let me heare no more ... The Second Part of Henry the Sixt .
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... the Lords , Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace . As for the Duke of Yorke , this late Complaint Will make but little for his benefit : So one by one wee'le weed them all at last , And you your selfe shall steere the happy ...
... the Lords , Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace . As for the Duke of Yorke , this late Complaint Will make but little for his benefit : So one by one wee'le weed them all at last , And you your selfe shall steere the happy ...
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... thy two - hand Sword . Glost . True Unckle , are ye advis'd ? The East side ... selfe . King . The Windes grow high , So doe your Stomacks , Lords : How ... The Second Part of Henry the Sixt .
... thy two - hand Sword . Glost . True Unckle , are ye advis'd ? The East side ... selfe . King . The Windes grow high , So doe your Stomacks , Lords : How ... The Second Part of Henry the Sixt .
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... your Grace . Glost . Then send for one presently . Exit . Maior . Sirrha , goe fetch the Beadle hither straight . Glost . Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by . Now Sirrha , if you meane to save your selfe from Whipping , leape me ...
... your Grace . Glost . Then send for one presently . Exit . Maior . Sirrha , goe fetch the Beadle hither straight . Glost . Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by . Now Sirrha , if you meane to save your selfe from Whipping , leape me ...
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... the meanest Groome . heart : King . O God , what mischiefes work the wicked ones ? Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby . Queene . Gloster , see here the Taincture of thy Nest , And looke thy selfe be faultlesse , thou wert ...
... the meanest Groome . heart : King . O God , what mischiefes work the wicked ones ? Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby . Queene . Gloster , see here the Taincture of thy Nest , And looke thy selfe be faultlesse , thou wert ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alarum art thou beare blood Brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinall Catesby Clarence Clif Clifford Crowne curse dayes dead death Dorset doth Duke of Yorke Edward Elianor England Enter Richard Exeunt Exit eyes farre Father feare flye France friends gentle give Glost Gloster Grace ha's hand hath head heare heart Heaven heere Highnesse Honor House of Lancaster House of Yorke Humfrey Jacke Cade King Henry Lady leave live looke Lord Chamberlaine Lord Hastings Lord Protector Madam Maior Majestie Margaret Mother Mountague murther ne're never Noble Norfolke peace pitty pray Prince Queene Rich Richmond Royall Scana shalt shame shee Somerset Sonne sorrow Souldiers soule Soveraigne speake Suff Suffolke Sunne sweet Sword teares tell thee thine thinke thou art thou hast thy selfe tongue Traytor Unckle Unkle unto Warre Warw Warwicke wee'l yeeld
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Página 290 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die : I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him : — A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Página 370 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Página 393 - And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Página 360 - 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 363 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 363 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Página 360 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 58 - I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Página 356 - 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 183 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I, that am rudely stamp'd and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd: sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...