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... Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! Glo . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open air . How hath your lordship brooked imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as ...
... Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Good time of day unto my gracious lord ! Glo . As much unto my good lord chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to this open air . How hath your lordship brooked imprisonment ? Hast . With patience , noble lord , as ...
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... Enter CATESBY . [ Aside . Cates . Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , -and you , my noble lords . Q. Eliz . Catesby , I come . - Lords , will you go with me ? Riv . Madam , we will attend upon your grace ...
... Enter CATESBY . [ Aside . Cates . Madam , his majesty doth call for you , - And for your grace , -and you , my noble lords . Q. Eliz . Catesby , I come . - Lords , will you go with me ? Riv . Madam , we will attend upon your grace ...
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... Enter a Messenger . Arch . Here comes a messenger , What news ? Mess . Such news , my lord , As grieves me to unfold . Q. Eliz . How doth the prince ? What is thy news ? Mess . Well , madam , and in health . Duch . Mess . Lord Rivers ...
... Enter a Messenger . Arch . Here comes a messenger , What news ? Mess . Such news , my lord , As grieves me to unfold . Q. Eliz . How doth the prince ? What is thy news ? Mess . Well , madam , and in health . Duch . Mess . Lord Rivers ...
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... Enter the Lord Mayor , and his Train . May . God bless your grace with health and happy days ! Prince . I thank you , good my lord ; -and thank [ Exeunt Mayor , & c . you all.- I thought my mother , and my brother York , Would long ere ...
... Enter the Lord Mayor , and his Train . May . God bless your grace with health and happy days ! Prince . I thank you , good my lord ; -and thank [ Exeunt Mayor , & c . you all.- I thought my mother , and my brother York , Would long ere ...
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... Enter a Messenger . Mess . My lord , my lord , - [ Knocking . Who knocks ? One from lord Stanley . Hast . [ Within . ] Mess . Hast . [ Within . ] What is't o'clock ? Mess . Upon the stroke of four . Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Cannot my ...
... Enter a Messenger . Mess . My lord , my lord , - [ Knocking . Who knocks ? One from lord Stanley . Hast . [ Within . ] Mess . Hast . [ Within . ] What is't o'clock ? Mess . Upon the stroke of four . Enter HASTINGS . Hast . Cannot my ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Antium Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Flav follow fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hate hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Holinshed honor Kath lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam Marcius means Menelaus Menenius mother Murd never noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace play Plutarch Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare SIR THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Volces word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 8 - 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 199 - 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 honors 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.
Página 199 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Página 323 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Página 122 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Página 304 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
Página 34 - With that, methought a legion of foul fiends Environed me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling waked, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 34 - Who pass'd, 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...
Página 202 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O 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.
Página 32 - 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.