Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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Pàgina 28
... Clarence ; next to whom , Was John of Gaunt , the Duke of Lancaster ; The fift , was Edmond Langley , Duke of Yorke ; The sixt , was Thomas of Woodstock , Duke of Gloster ; William of Windsor was the seventh , and last . Edward the ...
... Clarence ; next to whom , Was John of Gaunt , the Duke of Lancaster ; The fift , was Edmond Langley , Duke of Yorke ; The sixt , was Thomas of Woodstock , Duke of Gloster ; William of Windsor was the seventh , and last . Edward the ...
Pàgina 29
... Clarence , From whose Line I clayme the Crowne , Had Issue Phillip , a Daughter , Who marryed Edmond Mortimer , Earle of March : Edmond had Issue , Roger , Earle of March ; Roger had Issue , Edmond , Anne , and Elianor . Salisb . This ...
... Clarence , From whose Line I clayme the Crowne , Had Issue Phillip , a Daughter , Who marryed Edmond Mortimer , Earle of March : Edmond had Issue , Roger , Earle of March ; Roger had Issue , Edmond , Anne , and Elianor . Salisb . This ...
Pàgina 70
... Clarence daughter , did he not ? Staf . I sir . Cade . By her he had two children at one birth . Bro . That's false . Cade . I , there's the question ; But I say , ' tis true : The elder of them being put to nurse , Was by a begger ...
... Clarence daughter , did he not ? Staf . I sir . Cade . By her he had two children at one birth . Bro . That's false . Cade . I , there's the question ; But I say , ' tis true : The elder of them being put to nurse , Was by a begger ...
Pàgina 73
... Clarence house , And calles your Grace Usurper , openly , And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster . His Army is a ragged multitude Of Hindes and Pezants , rude and mercilesse : Sir Humfrey Stafford , and his Brothers death , Hath ...
... Clarence house , And calles your Grace Usurper , openly , And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster . His Army is a ragged multitude Of Hindes and Pezants , rude and mercilesse : Sir Humfrey Stafford , and his Brothers death , Hath ...
Pàgina 124
... Clarence , Norfolke , Mountague , and Soldiers . Edw . Now perjur'd Henry , wilt thou kneel for grace ? And set thy Diadem upon my head ? Or bide the mortall Fortune of the field . Qu . Go rate thy Minions , proud insulting Boy ...
... Clarence , Norfolke , Mountague , and Soldiers . Edw . Now perjur'd Henry , wilt thou kneel for grace ? And set thy Diadem upon my head ? Or bide the mortall Fortune of the field . Qu . Go rate thy Minions , proud insulting Boy ...
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Alarum art thou beare blood Brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinall Catesby Clarence Clif Clifford Crowne curse dayes dead death Dorset doth Duke of Yorke Edward Elianor England Enter Richard Exeunt Exit eyes farre Father feare flye France friends gentle give Glost Gloster Grace ha's hand hath head heare heart Heaven heere Highnesse Honor House of Lancaster House of Yorke Humfrey Jacke Cade King Henry Lady leave live looke Lord Chamberlaine Lord Hastings Lord Protector Madam Maior Majestie Margaret Mother Mountague murther ne're never Noble Norfolke peace pitty pray Prince Queene Rich Richmond Royall Scana shalt shame shee Somerset Sonne sorrow Souldiers soule Soveraigne speake Suff Suffolke Sunne sweet Sword teares tell thee thine thinke thou art thou hast thy selfe tongue Traytor Unckle Unkle unto Warre Warw Warwicke wee'l yeeld
Passatges populars
Pàgina 290 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die : I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him : — A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Pàgina 370 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Pàgina 393 - And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Pàgina 360 - 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.
Pàgina 363 - 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!
Pàgina 363 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Pàgina 360 - 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.
Pàgina 58 - I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Pàgina 356 - 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.
Pàgina 183 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I, that am rudely stamp'd and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, 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...