Mr. William Shakespeare's comedies, histories, tragedies and poems, the text newly ed. with notes by R.G. White, Edição 7,Volume 2 |
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... Stay for an answer to your embassy , Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : My Lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace which here we urge in war , And then we shall repent each drop of blood That hot rash ...
... Stay for an answer to your embassy , Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : My Lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace which here we urge in war , And then we shall repent each drop of blood That hot rash ...
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... stay , 286 Even till , etc. This line , read with modern pronunciation , is merest prose ; but it is a perfect verse . Even is as one syllable , e'en ; unfenced and desolation are trisyllables . " E'en till Junfenced des ] o - lati - o ...
... stay , 286 Even till , etc. This line , read with modern pronunciation , is merest prose ; but it is a perfect verse . Even is as one syllable , e'en ; unfenced and desolation are trisyllables . " E'en till Junfenced des ] o - lati - o ...
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... stay'd and made the western welkin blush , When English measure backward their own ground In faint retire . O , bravely came we off , When with a volley of our needless shot , After such bloody toil , we bid good night ; And wound our ...
... stay'd and made the western welkin blush , When English measure backward their own ground In faint retire . O , bravely came we off , When with a volley of our needless shot , After such bloody toil , we bid good night ; And wound our ...
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... stay , When this was now a king , and now is clay ? Bast . Art thou gone so ? I do but stay behind To do the office for thee of revenge , And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven , As it on earth hath been thy servant still . Now ...
... stay , When this was now a king , and now is clay ? Bast . Art thou gone so ? I do but stay behind To do the office for thee of revenge , And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven , As it on earth hath been thy servant still . Now ...
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... Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet . Aum . Why , then , the champions are prepar'd , and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach . The trumpets sound , and the KING enters with his nobles , GAUNT , BUSHY , BAGOT ...
... Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet . Aum . Why , then , the champions are prepar'd , and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach . The trumpets sound , and the KING enters with his nobles , GAUNT , BUSHY , BAGOT ...
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Mr. William Shakespeare's comedies, histories, tragedies ..., Edição 8,Volume 3 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1883 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alarum arms art thou Bardolph Bast bear blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Buck Buckingham Cade Clar Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff farewell father fear France friends gentle give Glou Glou'ster GLOUCESTER grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath KING HENRY lady liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam majesty ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pist Poins poor pray Prince Prince of Wales Queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE shame Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thyself tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words York
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Página 36 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 860 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With...
Página 895 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven,...
Página 66 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 886 - Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived; For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
Página 736 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Página 342 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Página 872 - Against the wrackful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O! none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Página 675 - What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Página 105 - 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!