The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volumen6 |
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... Give me my steeled coat , I'll fight for France.— Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds I will lend the French , instead of eyes , To weep their intermissive miseries10 . Enter another Messenger . 2 Mess . Lords , view ...
... Give me my steeled coat , I'll fight for France.— Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds I will lend the French , instead of eyes , To weep their intermissive miseries10 . Enter another Messenger . 2 Mess . Lords , view ...
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... give us leave a while . Reig . She takes upon her bravely at first dash . Puc . Dauphin , I am by birth a shepherd's daughter , My wit untrained in any kind of art . Heaven , and our Lady gracious , hath it pleas'd To shine on my ...
... give us leave a while . Reig . She takes upon her bravely at first dash . Puc . Dauphin , I am by birth a shepherd's daughter , My wit untrained in any kind of art . Heaven , and our Lady gracious , hath it pleas'd To shine on my ...
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... give over Orleans , or no ? Puc . Why , no , I say , distrustful recreants ! Fight till the last gasp ; I will be your guard . Char . What she says , I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out . Puc . Assign'd am I to be the English scourge ...
... give over Orleans , or no ? Puc . Why , no , I say , distrustful recreants ! Fight till the last gasp ; I will be your guard . Char . What she says , I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out . Puc . Assign'd am I to be the English scourge ...
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... give thy soul to him thou serv'st . Puc . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace [ They fight . thee . Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage , And from my shoulders ...
... give thy soul to him thou serv'st . Puc . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace [ They fight . thee . Tal . Heavens , can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage , And from my shoulders ...
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... give sheep in lions ' stead : Sheep run not half so timorous3 from the wolf , Or horse , or oxen , from the leopard , As you fly from your oft - subdued slaves . [ Alarum . Another Skirmish . It will not be : -Retire into your trenches ...
... give sheep in lions ' stead : Sheep run not half so timorous3 from the wolf , Or horse , or oxen , from the leopard , As you fly from your oft - subdued slaves . [ Alarum . Another Skirmish . It will not be : -Retire into your trenches ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alarum arms blood brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade cardinal Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth duke of York earl earl of Warwick enemies England Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit father fear fight foes France French friends give Gloster grace hand hath head heart heaven Henry's Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade King Edward King Henry VI King Richard III Lady Lancaster lord lord protector madam majesty Malone Mess ne'er never night noble old play peace Plantagenet prince protector PUCELLE QUEEN MARGARET Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Sir John slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stay Steevens Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words
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Página 203 - DICK The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. CADE Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.
Página 286 - 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 287 - 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
Página 86 - 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...
Página 18 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.