The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Sivu 84
... Clif . What fay ye , Country - men , will ye relent , And yield to mercy , whilft ' tis offer'd you , Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? Who loves the King , and will embrace his Pardon . Fling up his cap , and fay , God fave his ...
... Clif . What fay ye , Country - men , will ye relent , And yield to mercy , whilft ' tis offer'd you , Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? Who loves the King , and will embrace his Pardon . Fling up his cap , and fay , God fave his ...
Sivu 86
... Clif . He's fled , my lord , and all his pow'rs do yield ; And humbly thus with halters on their necks Exped your highness ' doom of life or death . K. Henry . Then , heav`n , set ope thy everlafting gates , To entertain my vows of ...
... Clif . He's fled , my lord , and all his pow'rs do yield ; And humbly thus with halters on their necks Exped your highness ' doom of life or death . K. Henry . Then , heav`n , set ope thy everlafting gates , To entertain my vows of ...
Sivu 94
... Clif . Health and all Happiness to my lord the King ! York . I thank thee , Clifford ; fay , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright us with an angry look : We are thy Sovereign , Clifford , kneel again ; For thy mistaking fo , we ...
... Clif . Health and all Happiness to my lord the King ! York . I thank thee , Clifford ; fay , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright us with an angry look : We are thy Sovereign , Clifford , kneel again ; For thy mistaking fo , we ...
Sivu 95
... Clif . Hence , heap of wrath , foul indigefted lump , As crooked in thy manners , as thy shape . York . Nay , we fhall heat you thoroughly anon . Clif . Take heed , left by your heat you burn your- felves . K. Henry . Why , Warwick ...
... Clif . Hence , heap of wrath , foul indigefted lump , As crooked in thy manners , as thy shape . York . Nay , we fhall heat you thoroughly anon . Clif . Take heed , left by your heat you burn your- felves . K. Henry . Why , Warwick ...
Sivu 96
... Clif . And from thy Burgonet I'll rend thy bear , And tread it under foot with all contempt , Defpight the bear - ward , that protects the bear . Y. Clif . And fo to Arms , victorious noble father , To quell the rebels and their ...
... Clif . And from thy Burgonet I'll rend thy bear , And tread it under foot with all contempt , Defpight the bear - ward , that protects the bear . Y. Clif . And fo to Arms , victorious noble father , To quell the rebels and their ...
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The Works Of Shakespear: Historical Plays: King Henry Vi, Pt. I-iii. King ... William Shakespeare,Sir Thomas Hanmer,Alexander Pope Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2023 |
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Sivu 136 - 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...
Sivu 379 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Sivu 376 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Sivu 136 - 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.
Sivu 376 - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Sivu 377 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Sivu 136 - 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...
Sivu 136 - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? 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...
Sivu 224 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Sivu 199 - 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, 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.