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K . Rich . Old John of Gaunt , time - honour ' d Lancaster , 4 Old John of Gaunt ,
TIME - HONOUR ' D Lancaster , ] It may not be improper here to make an
observation to which I shall have frequent occasion to refer . Our ancestors , in
their ...
K . Rich . Old John of Gaunt , time - honour ' d Lancaster , 4 Old John of Gaunt ,
TIME - HONOUR ' D Lancaster , ] It may not be improper here to make an
observation to which I shall have frequent occasion to refer . Our ancestors , in
their ...
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K . Rich . Tell me moreover , hast thou sounded him , If he appeal the duke on
ancient malice ; Or worthily as a good subject should , On some known ground of
treachery in him ? GAUNT . As near as I could sift him on that argument ,On some
...
K . Rich . Tell me moreover , hast thou sounded him , If he appeal the duke on
ancient malice ; Or worthily as a good subject should , On some known ground of
treachery in him ? GAUNT . As near as I could sift him on that argument ,On some
...
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K . Rich . We thank you both : yet one but flatters us , As well appeareth by the
cause you come 8 ; Namely , to appeal each other of high treason .Cousin of
Hereford , what dost thou object Against the duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray ?
K . Rich . We thank you both : yet one but flatters us , As well appeareth by the
cause you come 8 ; Namely , to appeal each other of high treason .Cousin of
Hereford , what dost thou object Against the duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray ?
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... my knighthood on my shoulder , I ' ll answer thee in any fair degree , Or
chivalrous design of knightly trial : And , when I mount , alive may I not light * , If I
be traitor , or unjustly fight ! K . Rich . What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray ' s
charge ?
... my knighthood on my shoulder , I ' ll answer thee in any fair degree , Or
chivalrous design of knightly trial : And , when I mount , alive may I not light * , If I
be traitor , or unjustly fight ! K . Rich . What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray ' s
charge ?
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... of blood : Which blood , like sacrificing Abel ' s , cries , Even from the
tongueless caverns of the earth , To me , for justice , and rough chastisement ;
And , by the glorious worth of my descent , This arm shall do it , or this life be
spent . K . Rich .
... of blood : Which blood , like sacrificing Abel ' s , cries , Even from the
tongueless caverns of the earth , To me , for justice , and rough chastisement ;
And , by the glorious worth of my descent , This arm shall do it , or this life be
spent . K . Rich .
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Página 147 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. 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 Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Página 102 - 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 387 - 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 206 - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Página 111 - God's name, let it go : I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
Página 291 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Página 212 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!— And telling me the sovereign's!
Página 34 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cased up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Página 307 - Why, so can I, or so can any man ; But will they come when you do call for them ? Glend.
Página 100 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, 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.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 16 The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | James Boswell |
| Ilustrado por | Edmond Malone |
| Editora | R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 27 Dez 2006 |
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