The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Volumen8 |
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Página 323
... gracious lord , here in the parliament Let us affail the family of York . NORTH . Well haft thou spoken , coufin , be it fo .. K. HEN . Ah ! know ye not the city favours them , And they have troops of foldiers at their beck ? EXE . But ...
... gracious lord , here in the parliament Let us affail the family of York . NORTH . Well haft thou spoken , coufin , be it fo .. K. HEN . Ah ! know ye not the city favours them , And they have troops of foldiers at their beck ? EXE . But ...
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... gracious lord , I'll to my caftle . WAR . And I'll keep London with my foldiers . NOR . And I to Norfolk with my followers . MONT . And I unto the fea from whence I came . [ Exeunt York , Warwick , Norfolk and Montague . K. HEN . And I ...
... gracious lord , I'll to my caftle . WAR . And I'll keep London with my foldiers . NOR . And I to Norfolk with my followers . MONT . And I unto the fea from whence I came . [ Exeunt York , Warwick , Norfolk and Montague . K. HEN . And I ...
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... gracious God ! My foul flies through these wounds to feek out thee . [ Dies . QUEEN . Off with his head and set it on York gates ; So York may overlook the town of York . ACT II . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. I Near Mortimer's Crofs in Wales . A ...
... gracious God ! My foul flies through these wounds to feek out thee . [ Dies . QUEEN . Off with his head and set it on York gates ; So York may overlook the town of York . ACT II . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. I Near Mortimer's Crofs in Wales . A ...
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... gracious duke in high despight ; Laugh'd in his face ; and , when with grief he wept , The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheek , A napkin steeped in the harmless blood Of fweet young Rutland , by rough Clifford flain : And , after ...
... gracious duke in high despight ; Laugh'd in his face ; and , when with grief he wept , The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheek , A napkin steeped in the harmless blood Of fweet young Rutland , by rough Clifford flain : And , after ...
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... gracious liege , this too much lenity And harmful pity must be laid aside . To whom do lions caft their gentle looks ? Not to the beast , that would usurp their den . Whofe hand is that the foreft beast doth lick ? Not his that spoils ...
... gracious liege , this too much lenity And harmful pity must be laid aside . To whom do lions caft their gentle looks ? Not to the beast , that would usurp their den . Whofe hand is that the foreft beast doth lick ? Not his that spoils ...
Términos y frases comunes
againſt ANNE anſwer Becauſe blood brother BUCK Buckingham Catesby cauſe CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford crown curfe death devil doth duke of York DUTCH earl Enter king Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fovereign friends ftand fubject fuch fweet fword gentle Glo'fter Glouceſter grace gracious GRAY HAST Haſtings hath heart heav'n Henry VI himſelf houſe huſband Ibid JOHNS king Edward Lancaſter laſt live lord Haftings Lord Stanley madam majeſty Montague moſt muſt myſelf noble paffage perfon Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prince prince of Wales quarto QUEEN Ratcliff reafon reft reſt RICH Richard Richard III Richmond ſay SCENE ſeem Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſhould Somerſet ſpeak ſtand Stanley ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tell thee thefe THEOB theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand Unleſs unto uſe vice WARB Warwick Whoſe William Brandon words
Pasajes populares
Página 422 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Página 353 - O 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.
Página 537 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Página 354 - 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 448 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Página 416 - I have no brother, I am like no brother, And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.— Clarence, beware!
Página 422 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time...