Shakspeare's tragedy of King Richard ii, with notes, adapted for scholastic or private study by J. Hunter |
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... never hath been by any of Calais any complaint made unto you of me . Right dear and my sovereign lord , for the voyage that I made into France , about your marriage , I never received either gold or silver of you , nor yet for the ...
... never hath been by any of Calais any complaint made unto you of me . Right dear and my sovereign lord , for the voyage that I made into France , about your marriage , I never received either gold or silver of you , nor yet for the ...
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... never seek to make peace betwixt them again . And therewith Sir John Bushy , in the name of the king and his council , declared that the king and his council had commanded and ordained , that they should have a day of battle appointed ...
... never seek to make peace betwixt them again . And therewith Sir John Bushy , in the name of the king and his council , declared that the king and his council had commanded and ordained , that they should have a day of battle appointed ...
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... never to return again into England , nor approach the borders or confines thereof , upon pain of death ; and that the king would stay the profits of his lands till he had levied thereof such sums of money as the duke had taken up of the ...
... never to return again into England , nor approach the borders or confines thereof , upon pain of death ; and that the king would stay the profits of his lands till he had levied thereof such sums of money as the duke had taken up of the ...
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... never lift An angry arm against His minister . Duch . Where then , alas ! may I complain myself ? Gaunt . To Heaven , the widow's champion and defence . Duch . Why then , I will . Farewell , old Gaunt . Thou goest to Coventry , there to ...
... never lift An angry arm against His minister . Duch . Where then , alas ! may I complain myself ? Gaunt . To Heaven , the widow's champion and defence . Duch . Why then , I will . Farewell , old Gaunt . Thou goest to Coventry , there to ...
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... Never did captive with a freer heart 1 Proof ] Power of resistance . 2 Waxen coat ] Bolingbroke , we think , means to ridicule Norfolk as a merely nominal knight , as one whose mail is no better defence than the seal of his coat - of ...
... Never did captive with a freer heart 1 Proof ] Power of resistance . 2 Waxen coat ] Bolingbroke , we think , means to ridicule Norfolk as a merely nominal knight , as one whose mail is no better defence than the seal of his coat - of ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
anointed arms Bagot banished BISHOP OF CARLISLE blood Boling Bolingbroke breath Bushy Calais castle cousin crown dear defend deposed dost doth Duch duke of Aumerle duke of Hereford duke of Lancaster duke of Norfolk Duke of York earl of Wiltshire earth Editor's EDMUND OF LANGLEY Edward's England Enter KING RICHARD Exeunt Exton fair false farewell father fear Fitzwater flatter gage Gloster Gloster's death grace Green grief hand hath heart heaven Henry hither Holinshed honour John of Gaunt Julius Cæsar king's land liege live look Lord Marshal Macbeth majesty means Mowbray's noble North Northumberland oath pardon peace Percy prince Queen realm recreant Rich Ross royal Scroop Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sorrow soul sovereign speak swear sweet sword tears thee thine Thomas Mowbray thou art thou hast throne tongue traitor treason trumpet uncle unto weeping Willo
Passagens conhecidas
Página 35 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Página 67 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 102 - As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!
Página 35 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Página 67 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Página 11 - Rich. Rage must be withstood : Give me his gage : — Lions make leopards tame. Nor. Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame, And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is — spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
Página 68 - Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Página 27 - All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
Página 88 - Venice gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.
Página 32 - O but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain. For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.