The Plays of Shakspeare, Том 12Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... speak of Edward's death . Says one of them : - " By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger ; as , by proof , we see The water swell before a boist'rous storm.— But leave it all to God . " In the Third Act the throne is ...
... speak of Edward's death . Says one of them : - " By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger ; as , by proof , we see The water swell before a boist'rous storm.— But leave it all to God . " In the Third Act the throne is ...
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... in charge That no man shall have private conference , Of what degree soever , with his brother . Glo . Even so ; an't please your worship , Braken- bury , You may partake of anything we say : We speak 16 [ Act L KING RICHARD THE THIRD .
... in charge That no man shall have private conference , Of what degree soever , with his brother . Glo . Even so ; an't please your worship , Braken- bury , You may partake of anything we say : We speak 16 [ Act L KING RICHARD THE THIRD .
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William Shakespeare Henry Morley. You may partake of anything we say : We speak no treason , man ; —we say the king Is wise and virtuous , and his noble queen Well struck in years , fair , and not jealous ; - We e say that Shore's wife ...
William Shakespeare Henry Morley. You may partake of anything we say : We speak no treason , man ; —we say the king Is wise and virtuous , and his noble queen Well struck in years , fair , and not jealous ; - We e say that Shore's wife ...
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... speak . My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lips such scorn , for they were made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo , here I ...
... speak . My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lips such scorn , for they were made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo , here I ...
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... Speak it again , and , even with the word , This hand , which for thy love did kill thy love , Shall for thy love kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths thou shalt be accessary . Anne . I would I knew thy heart . Glo . ' Tis ...
... Speak it again , and , even with the word , This hand , which for thy love did kill thy love , Shall for thy love kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths thou shalt be accessary . Anne . I would I knew thy heart . Glo . ' Tis ...
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Anne Anne Boleyn bear bless blood brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell crown curse daughter dead death Dorset doth Duch Duke Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz Elizabeth Enter Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath haue hear heart Heaven holy honour hope house of Lancaster house of Yorke Kath Katharine King Henry VIII King Richard King's lady live look Lord Cardinal Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings loue LOVELL madam mother Murd murder noble NORFOLK peace pity play poor pray prince Queen RATCLIFF Rich Richmond royal SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell sorrow soul souldiers speak Stan stand Stanley sweet tell thee There's tongue Tower unto Warwike weep wife Wolsey York
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Сторінка 140 - 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...
Сторінка 12 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...
Сторінка 41 - I passed, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman* which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Сторінка 136 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Сторінка 108 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Сторінка 32 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Сторінка 138 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Сторінка 40 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Сторінка 140 - Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Сторінка 187 - Her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, 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 neighbors.