The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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... Father . - A Father that has killed his Son . QUEEN MARGARET . LADY GREY , afterwards Queen to Edward IV . BONA , Sister to the French Queen . Soldiers , and other Attendants on King Henry and King Edward , Messengers , Watchmen , & c ...
... Father . - A Father that has killed his Son . QUEEN MARGARET . LADY GREY , afterwards Queen to Edward IV . BONA , Sister to the French Queen . Soldiers , and other Attendants on King Henry and King Edward , Messengers , Watchmen , & c ...
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... father , duke of Bucking- ham , Is either slain , or wounded dangerous : I cleft his beaver with a downright blow ; That this is true , father , behold his blood . 1 [ Shewing his bloody Sword . Mont . And , brother , here's the earl of ...
... father , duke of Bucking- ham , Is either slain , or wounded dangerous : I cleft his beaver with a downright blow ; That this is true , father , behold his blood . 1 [ Shewing his bloody Sword . Mont . And , brother , here's the earl of ...
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... father ; - And thine , lord Clifford ; and you both have vow'd revenge On him , his sons , his favourites , and his friends . North . If I be not , heavens , be revenged on me ! Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel ...
... father ; - And thine , lord Clifford ; and you both have vow'd revenge On him , his sons , his favourites , and his friends . North . If I be not , heavens , be revenged on me ! Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel ...
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... father's veins . Clif . Urge it no more ; lest that , instead of words I send thee , Warwick , such a messenger , As shall revenge his death , before I stir . War . Poor Clifford ! How I scorn his worthless threats ! York . Will you ...
... father's veins . Clif . Urge it no more ; lest that , instead of words I send thee , Warwick , such a messenger , As shall revenge his death , before I stir . War . Poor Clifford ! How I scorn his worthless threats ! York . Will you ...
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... father sat ? - No : first shall war unpeople this thy realm ; Ay , and their colours - often borne in France ; And now in England , to our heart's great sorrow , - Shall be my winding - sheet . - Why faint you , lords ? My title's good ...
... father sat ? - No : first shall war unpeople this thy realm ; Ay , and their colours - often borne in France ; And now in England , to our heart's great sorrow , - Shall be my winding - sheet . - Why faint you , lords ? My title's good ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Æne Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antony Aufidius bear blood brother Brutus Buck Buckingham Cæsar cardinal Casca Cassius Catesby Clar Clarence Clifford Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid crown death deeds Diomed doth duke duke of York Edward Eliz enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Henry honour JULIUS CÆSAR Kath king lady live look lord Lord CHAMBERLAIN lord Hastings madam Marcius Mark Antony Menelaus mother Murd night noble Pandarus Patroclus peace pity pray prince queen Rich Richard Rome SCENE shew soul speak stand sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius tongue Troilus Troy Ulyss unto Warwick words York
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Página 458 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar ; so were you : We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he : For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me ' Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I...
Página 240 - 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.
Página 92 - 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...
Página 320 - In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost: Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, O'er-run and trampled on...
Página 112 - 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.
Página 240 - 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.