The complete works of Shakspere, with a memoir, and essay, by Barry Cornwall. Historical and critical studies of Shakspere's text [&c.] by R.G. White, R.H. Horne, and other writers, Volumen3 |
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... once he slandered me with bastardy . But whe'r I be as true begot or no , That still I lay upon my mother's head : But that I am as well begot , my liege , ( Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me ! ) Compare our faces , and be ...
... once he slandered me with bastardy . But whe'r I be as true begot or no , That still I lay upon my mother's head : But that I am as well begot , my liege , ( Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me ! ) Compare our faces , and be ...
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... once again we sit , once again crowned ; And looked upon , I hope , with cheerful eyes . Pem . This once again , but that your highness pleased , Was once superfluous : you were crowned before , And that high royalty was ne'er plucked ...
... once again we sit , once again crowned ; And looked upon , I hope , with cheerful eyes . Pem . This once again , but that your highness pleased , Was once superfluous : you were crowned before , And that high royalty was ne'er plucked ...
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... Once more to - day well met , distempered lords . The King , by me , requests your presence straight . Sal . The King hath dispossessed himself of us : We will not line his thin bestained cloak With our pure honours , nor attend the ...
... Once more to - day well met , distempered lords . The King , by me , requests your presence straight . Sal . The King hath dispossessed himself of us : We will not line his thin bestained cloak With our pure honours , nor attend the ...
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... once again ; put spirit in the French : If they miscarry , we miscarry too . Sal . That misbegotten devil , Falconbridge , In spite of spite , alone upholds the day . Pem . They say King John , sore sick , hath left the field . Enter ...
... once again ; put spirit in the French : If they miscarry , we miscarry too . Sal . That misbegotten devil , Falconbridge , In spite of spite , alone upholds the day . Pem . They say King John , sore sick , hath left the field . Enter ...
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... Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat ; And wish ( so please my sovereign ) , ere I move , What my tongue speaks my right - drawn sword may prove . Nor . Let not my cold words here ...
... Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat ; And wish ( so please my sovereign ) , ere I move , What my tongue speaks my right - drawn sword may prove . Nor . Let not my cold words here ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alarum arms art thou Bardolph bear blood Boling breath brother Buck Buckingham Cade Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear France friends Gent gentle give Gloster Goths grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York KING HENRY King's lady live look lord lord of Westmorland madam majesty master ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pericles Pist play poor pray prince Queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Scene Shakespeare Shakspere shame shew Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Stratford Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick weep wilt words York
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Página 48 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Feared by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Página 308 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Página 56 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be...
Página 543 - CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed,...
Página 48 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm : England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Página 83 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Página 406 - Go, get thee from me, Cromwell ; I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now To be thy lord and master : Seek the king ; That sun, I pray, may never set ! I have told him What, and how true thou art : he will advance thee : Some little memory of me will stir him (I know his noble nature), not to let Thy hopeful service perish too : Good Cromwell, Neglect him not ; make use! now, and provide For thine own future safety.
Página 532 - gainst his glory fight, And time, that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Página 308 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this...
Página 529 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!