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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Sida 96
... Dost thou use to write thy name ? or hast thou a mark to thyself , like an honest plain - dealing man ? Clerk . Sir , I thank God , I have been so well brought up that I can write my name . All . He hath confessed : away with him ! he's ...
... Dost thou use to write thy name ? or hast thou a mark to thyself , like an honest plain - dealing man ? Clerk . Sir , I thank God , I have been so well brought up that I can write my name . All . He hath confessed : away with him ! he's ...
Sida 105
... dost bring ? York . To heave the traitor Somerset from hence ; And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade , Who since I heard to be discomfited . K. Hen . See , Buckingham ! queen : Somerset comes with the Go , bid her hide him quickly ...
... dost bring ? York . To heave the traitor Somerset from hence ; And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade , Who since I heard to be discomfited . K. Hen . See , Buckingham ! queen : Somerset comes with the Go , bid her hide him quickly ...
Sida 107
... a harbour in the earth ? - Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war , And stain thine honourable age with blood ? Why art thou old , and want'st experience ? Or wherefore dost abuse it , if thou hast it SCENE I 107 KING HENRY VI.
... a harbour in the earth ? - Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war , And stain thine honourable age with blood ? Why art thou old , and want'st experience ? Or wherefore dost abuse it , if thou hast it SCENE I 107 KING HENRY VI.
Sida 108
Thomas Donovan. Or wherefore dost abuse it , if thou hast it ? For shame ! in duty bend thy knee to me , That bows unto the grave with mickle age . Sal . My lord , I have consider'd with myself The title of this most renownéd duke ; And ...
Thomas Donovan. Or wherefore dost abuse it , if thou hast it ? For shame ! in duty bend thy knee to me , That bows unto the grave with mickle age . Sal . My lord , I have consider'd with myself The title of this most renownéd duke ; And ...
Sida 109
... dost not hide thee from the bear , Now , when the angry trumpet sounds alarum , And dead men's cries do fill the empty air , - Clifford , I say , come forth and fight with me ! Proud northern lord , Clifford of Cumberland Warwick is ...
... dost not hide thee from the bear , Now , when the angry trumpet sounds alarum , And dead men's cries do fill the empty air , - Clifford , I say , come forth and fight with me ! Proud northern lord , Clifford of Cumberland Warwick is ...
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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 daughter death dost doth Duch Duke of Burgundy Duke of York Earl Eliz enemy England 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's lady leave 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 Salisbury SCENE Sellinger soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet Talbot tanner tell thank thee There's thine thou art thou hast traitor unto Urswick Warwick wife 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.