King Henry VI, part 2 ; King Henry VI, part 3 ; King Richard III ; King Henry VIIIRemington and Company, Limited, 1893 |
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Sivu xiii
... Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair , T'extol what it hath done . Let it not be supposed that in omitting these words I acted hastily , or trusted merely to my own judgment . In my note upon them I referred to Steevens , who wrote ...
... Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair , T'extol what it hath done . Let it not be supposed that in omitting these words I acted hastily , or trusted merely to my own judgment . In my note upon them I referred to Steevens , who wrote ...
Sivu 14
... hath had , By day , by night , waking and in my dreams , 6. Prayers , said on In courtly company , or at my " beads , With you , mine 7alder - liefest sovereign , Makes me the bolder to salute my king 7. Dearest of all : corruption of ...
... hath had , By day , by night , waking and in my dreams , 6. Prayers , said on In courtly company , or at my " beads , With you , mine 7alder - liefest sovereign , Makes me the bolder to salute my king 7. Dearest of all : corruption of ...
Sivu 15
... hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself , With all the learned council of the realm , Studied so long , sat in the council - house Early and late , debating to and fro Abb . , 480 . 11. Trisyll .: see Pt . 1 , i . 3. 63 . 12. Strain . How ...
... hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself , With all the learned council of the realm , Studied so long , sat in the council - house Early and late , debating to and fro Abb . , 480 . 11. Trisyll .: see Pt . 1 , i . 3. 63 . 12. Strain . How ...
Sivu 16
... Hath given the duchies of Anjou and Maine Unto the poor King Reignier , whose 16 large style Agrees not with the leanness of his purse . Sal . Now , 17 by the death of Him that died for all , These counties were the keys of Normandy ...
... Hath given the duchies of Anjou and Maine Unto the poor King Reignier , whose 16 large style Agrees not with the leanness of his purse . Sal . Now , 17 by the death of Him that died for all , These counties were the keys of Normandy ...
Sivu 18
... hath greatest cause . Sal . Let's haste away , and look unto the 33 main . War . Unto the main ! O father , Maine is lost , - That Maine which by main force Warwick did win , And would have kept so long as breath did last ! 210 Main ...
... hath greatest cause . Sal . Let's haste away , and look unto the 33 main . War . Unto the main ! O father , Maine is lost , - That Maine which by main force Warwick did win , And would have kept so long as breath did last ! 210 Main ...
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Anne battle bear Bishop blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cæs cardinal Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford comp crown curse dead death dissyll doth Duch Duke of York Earl Edward IV Eliz England Exeunt Exit farewell father fear France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Henr Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey ibid Jack Cade John Kath Katharine King Henry King Henry VI King Richard king's Lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam majesty monosyll Murd murder noble peace play pray Prince Queen Margaret Rich RICHARD PLANTAGENET Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas Lovell Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet tell thee thine Tower traitor trimeter Trisyll unto Walker Warwick Wolsey words ΙΟ
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Sivu 75 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Sivu 412 - 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Sivu 412 - O, how wretched 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 413 - 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 337 - What do I fear? myself? there's none else by : Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No. Yes, I am : Then fly. What, from myself ? Great reason why : Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself ? Alack, I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no ! alas, I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself 1 am a villain : yet I lie, I am not.
Sivu 243 - 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.
Sivu 318 - 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 414 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes...
Sivu 414 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Sivu 244 - 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.