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... NORTHUMBERLAND . HENRY PERCY , his son . LORD ROSs . LORD WILLOUGHBY . LORD FITZWATER . Bishop of Carlisle . Abbot of Westminster . Lord Marshal . SIR PIERCE of Exton . SIR STEPHEN SCROOP . Captain of a band of Welshmen . Queen to King ...
... NORTHUMBERLAND . HENRY PERCY , his son . LORD ROSs . LORD WILLOUGHBY . LORD FITZWATER . Bishop of Carlisle . Abbot of Westminster . Lord Marshal . SIR PIERCE of Exton . SIR STEPHEN SCROOP . Captain of a band of Welshmen . Queen to King ...
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... NORTHUMBERLAND . North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your ma- jesty . K. Rich . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said : His tongue is now a stringless instrument ; Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent ...
... NORTHUMBERLAND . North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your ma- jesty . K. Rich . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said : His tongue is now a stringless instrument ; Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent ...
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... Nay , let us share thy thoughts , as thou dost ours . Ross . Be confident to speak , Northumberland : We three are but thyself ; and , speaking so , Thy words are but as ( 7 ) thoughts ; 298 [ ACT II . KING RICHARD II .
... Nay , let us share thy thoughts , as thou dost ours . Ross . Be confident to speak , Northumberland : We three are but thyself ; and , speaking so , Thy words are but as ( 7 ) thoughts ; 298 [ ACT II . KING RICHARD II .
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... Northumberland , his son young Henry Percy , The Lords of Ross , Beaumond , and Willoughby , With all their powerful friends , are fled to him . Bushy . Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland , And all the rest of the revolted ...
... Northumberland , his son young Henry Percy , The Lords of Ross , Beaumond , and Willoughby , With all their powerful friends , are fled to him . Bushy . Why have you not proclaim'd Northumberland , And all the rest of the revolted ...
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William Shakespeare. SCENE III . The wilds in Glostershire . Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND , with Forces . Boling . How far is it , my lord , to Berkley now ? North . Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Glostershire ...
William Shakespeare. SCENE III . The wilds in Glostershire . Enter BOLINGBROKE and NORTHUMBERLAND , with Forces . Boling . How far is it , my lord , to Berkley now ? North . Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Glostershire ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
4tos art thou Bard Bardolph Bast blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke brother Camillo Collier's Corrector cousin crown Dauphin dead death dost doth Duke Duke of Hereford Eastcheap England Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fear folio fool France friends Gaunt gentle gentleman give grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven HENRY honour horse Host Illyria knight lady Leon Lettsom liege live look lord madam majesty Malvolio Master never noble Northumberland old copies peace Percy Pist Pistol Poin Pointz pray prince Prince of Wales prithee queen Re-enter reading Rich SCENE Shakespeare Shal shame Shep Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby soul speak stand swear sweet sword Sydney Walker tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue true unto wilt word
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Página 28 - O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love. Like the old age.: CLO.
Página 435 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Página 557 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance : Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Página 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 28 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Página 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.