First part of King Henry VI, by Shakespeare (?) Second part of King Henry VI, by Shakespeare (?) Third part of King Henry VI, by Shakespeare (?) King Edward IV, by Heywood. King Richard III, by Shakespeare. Perkin Warbeck, by Ford. King Henry VIII, by Shakespeare and FletcherMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 |
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... rich jewell'd coffer of Darius , Transported shall be at high festivals Ever before the kings and queens of France . No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry , But Joan La Pucelle shall be France's saint . Come in and let us banquet ...
... rich jewell'd coffer of Darius , Transported shall be at high festivals Ever before the kings and queens of France . No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry , But Joan La Pucelle shall be France's saint . Come in and let us banquet ...
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... rich : So worthless peasants bargain for their wives , As market - men for oxen , sheep , or horse . But marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship ; Not whom we will , but whom his grace affects , Must be ...
... rich : So worthless peasants bargain for their wives , As market - men for oxen , sheep , or horse . But marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship ; Not whom we will , but whom his grace affects , Must be ...
Sida 107
... Rich . And if words will not , then our weapons shall . O. Clif . Why , what a brood of traitors have we here ! York . Look in a glass , and call thy image so : I am thy king , and thou a false - heart traitor.— Call hither to the stake ...
... Rich . And if words will not , then our weapons shall . O. Clif . Why , what a brood of traitors have we here ! York . Look in a glass , and call thy image so : I am thy king , and thou a false - heart traitor.— Call hither to the stake ...
Sida 110
... brush of time , And , like a gallant in the brow of youth , Repairs him with occasion ? This happy day Is not itself , nor have we won one foot , If Salisbury be lost . Rich . My noble father , Three times to - IIO ACT IV SECOND PART OF.
... brush of time , And , like a gallant in the brow of youth , Repairs him with occasion ? This happy day Is not itself , nor have we won one foot , If Salisbury be lost . Rich . My noble father , Three times to - IIO ACT IV SECOND PART OF.
Sida 111
Thomas Donovan. Rich . My noble father , Three times to - day I holp him to his horse , Three times bestrid him , thrice I led him off , Persuaded him from any further act : But still , where danger was , still there I met him : And ...
Thomas Donovan. Rich . My noble father , Three times to - day I holp him to his horse , Three times bestrid him , thrice I led him off , Persuaded him from any further act : But still , where danger was , still there I met him : And ...
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First part of King Henry VI, by Shakespeare (?) Second part of King Henry VI ... Thomas Donovan Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1896 |
First part of King Henry VI, by Shakespeare (?) Second part of King Henry VI ... Thomas Donovan Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1896 |
First part of King Henry VI, by Shakespeare (?) Second part of King Henry VI ... Thomas Donovan Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1896 |
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blood brother Buck Buckingham Burgundy Cade cardinal CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Constable of France cousin crown DALYELL daughter death dost doth Duch Duke of Burgundy Duke of York Earl Eliz enemy England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear France friends Gent give Gloster grace gracious hand hath hear heart heaven Hobs honour house of York Hunt Jack Cade Jane JANE SHORE Kath King Edward KING HENRY king's lady live LORD CHAMBERLAIN Lord Hastings madam majesty Margaret master Mess Messenger Mistress Shore Murd ne'er never noble pardon peace PERKIN WARBECK pity pray prince queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET royal SCENE soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet Talbot tanner tell thank thee There's thine thou art thou hast traitor unto Urswick Warwick words
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Sida 462 - 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...
Sida 251 - 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...
Sida 259 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Sida 320 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Sida 95 - Be brave, then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny ; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer...
Sida 439 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants, and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play. Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Sida 260 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Sida 133 - 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 is known, then to divide the times : So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate ;...
Sida 455 - 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.
Sida 260 - And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy, And, in my company, my brother Gloster : Who from my cabin tempted me to walk Upon the hatches, thence we look'd toward England, And cited up a thousand heavy times, During the wars of York and Lancaster, That had befallen us.