King Henry VI, part 2 ; King Henry VI, part 3 ; King Richard III ; King Henry VIIIRemington and Company, Limited, 1893 |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 63
Sivu 16
... 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 : - But wherefore weeps Warwick , my valiant son ? War ...
... 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 : - But wherefore weeps Warwick , my valiant son ? War ...
Sivu 23
... poor petitioner 2of our 2. Out of , the only whole township . Peter . [ presenting his petition ] Against my master , Thomas Horner , for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown . one from- Q. Mar. What say'st thou ...
... poor petitioner 2of our 2. Out of , the only whole township . Peter . [ presenting his petition ] Against my master , Thomas Horner , for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown . one from- Q. Mar. What say'st thou ...
Sivu 34
... Poor soul , God's goodness hath been great to thee : Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass , But still 24 remember what the Lord hath done . Q. Mar. Tell me , good fellow , cam'st thou here by chance , Or of devotion , to this holy ...
... Poor soul , God's goodness hath been great to thee : Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass , But still 24 remember what the Lord hath done . Q. Mar. Tell me , good fellow , cam'st thou here by chance , Or of devotion , to this holy ...
Sivu 38
... poor queen to France , from whence she came , And him to Pomfret , -where , as all you know , Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously . War . Father , the Duke hath told the very truth ; Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown ...
... poor queen to France , from whence she came , And him to Pomfret , -where , as all you know , Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously . War . Father , the Duke hath told the very truth ; Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown ...
Sivu 42
... Hen . Go and take hence that traitor from our sight ; For by his death we do perceive his guilt : And God in justice hath reveal'd to us 100 The truth and innocence of this poor fellow , 21 42 [ ACT IL SECOND PART OF.
... Hen . Go and take hence that traitor from our sight ; For by his death we do perceive his guilt : And God in justice hath reveal'd to us 100 The truth and innocence of this poor fellow , 21 42 [ ACT IL SECOND PART OF.
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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.