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The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the ..., Volume 8
Visualização integral - 1811
Anne arms bear better blood body brother Buck Buckingham Cade Clar Clarence Clifford crown curse dead death doth duke earl Edward Eliz enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fight follow forces France friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hence Henry highness honour hope I'll John keep king King Henry lady leave live look lord madam majesty Margaret means Mess mind mother Murd never noble once peace poor prince queen rest Rich Richard royal SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stand stay Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thank thee thine thou thou art thought Tower traitor true uncle unto Warwick wife York young
Página 185 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school ; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Página 313 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Página 176 - And, when I am king (as king I will be) All. God save your majesty ! ' Cade. 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.
Página 334 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks...
Página 247 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so: For what is in this world but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Página 247 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.