The dramatic works of William Shakspeare. Whittingham's ed, Nide 5 |
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Sivu 4
... Head . York . Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.- What , is your grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt ! Rich . Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head . War . And so do I ...
... Head . York . Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.- What , is your grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? Norf . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt ! Rich . Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head . War . And so do I ...
Sivu 6
... head . Edw . Sweet father , do so ; set it on your head . Mont . Good brother , [ To York ] as thou lov'st and honour'st arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavilling thus . [ fly . Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the king ...
... head . Edw . Sweet father , do so ; set it on your head . Mont . Good brother , [ To York ] as thou lov'st and honour'st arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavilling thus . [ fly . Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the king ...
Sivu 10
... head , As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance . To entail him and his heirs unto the crown , What is it , but to make thy sepulchre , And creep into it far before thy time ? Warwick is chancellor , and the lord of Calais ; Stern ...
... head , As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance . To entail him and his heirs unto the crown , What is it , but to make thy sepulchre , And creep into it far before thy time ? Warwick is chancellor , and the lord of Calais ; Stern ...
Sivu 17
... head in Henry's glory , And rob his temples of the diadem , Now in his life , against your holy oath ? O , ' tis a fault too too unpardonable ! -- Off with the crown ; and , with the crown , his head ; And , whilst we breathe , take ...
... head in Henry's glory , And rob his temples of the diadem , Now in his life , against your holy oath ? O , ' tis a fault too too unpardonable ! -- Off with the crown ; and , with the crown , his head ; And , whilst we breathe , take ...
Sivu 19
... heads ! North . Had he been slaughterman to all my I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes ... head , and set it on York gates ; So York may overlook the town of York . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. A Plain near ...
... heads ! North . Had he been slaughterman to all my I should not for my life but weep with him , To see how inly sorrow gripes ... head , and set it on York gates ; So York may overlook the town of York . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. A Plain near ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clifford Cres Cressid crown death Diomed dost doth Duch duke duke of York Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Flav fool fortune friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Henry honour house of Lancaster i'the Kath king lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings lord Timon lordship Lucullus madam Menelaus Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pity Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard SCENE Serv Servant soul speak Surry sweet sword tell thee Ther There's Thersites thine thou art thou hast thyself Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Warwick York
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Sivu 17 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe...
Sivu 33 - 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 56 - O'errun and trampled on : then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours ; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Sivu 63 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Sivu 7 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Sivu 16 - Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the...
Sivu 73 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Sivu 59 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Sivu 101 - 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 us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Sivu 28 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Which once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.