Select Plays of William Shakespeare: In Six Volumes. With the Corrections & Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added, Notes, Volume 3proprietors, 1820 |
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... Aumerle , ] Aumerle , or Aumale , is the French for what we now call Albemarle , which is a town in Normandy . The old historians generally use the French title . Steevens . 2 Earl Berkle . It ought to be Lord Berkley . There was no ...
... Aumerle , ] Aumerle , or Aumale , is the French for what we now call Albemarle , which is a town in Normandy . The old historians generally use the French title . Steevens . 2 Earl Berkle . It ought to be Lord Berkley . There was no ...
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... AUMERLE.9 Mar. My lord Aumerle , is Harry Hereford arm'd ? 5 unfurnish'd walls , ] In our ancient castles the naked stone walls were only covered with tapestry , or arras , hung upon tenter hooks , from which it was easily taken down on ...
... AUMERLE.9 Mar. My lord Aumerle , is Harry Hereford arm'd ? 5 unfurnish'd walls , ] In our ancient castles the naked stone walls were only covered with tapestry , or arras , hung upon tenter hooks , from which it was easily taken down on ...
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... Aumerle . ] Edward Duke of Aumerle , so created by his cou- sin german , King Richard II , in 1397. He was the eldest son of Edward of Langley Duke of York , fifth son of King Edward the Third , and was killed in 1415 , at the battle of ...
... Aumerle . ] Edward Duke of Aumerle , so created by his cou- sin german , King Richard II , in 1397. He was the eldest son of Edward of Langley Duke of York , fifth son of King Edward the Third , and was killed in 1415 , at the battle of ...
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... Aumerle ; - Not sick , although I have to do with death ; But lusty , young , and cheerly drawing breath.- Lo , as at English feasts , so I regreet The daintiest last , to make the end most sweet : O thou , the earthly author of my ...
... Aumerle ; - Not sick , although I have to do with death ; But lusty , young , and cheerly drawing breath.- Lo , as at English feasts , so I regreet The daintiest last , to make the end most sweet : O thou , the earthly author of my ...
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... Aumerle does in the next scene . Tollet . The first folio reads fare ; the second farre . Bolingbroke only uses the phrase by way of caution , lest Mowbray should think he was about to address him as a friend . Norfolk , says he , so ...
... Aumerle does in the next scene . Tollet . The first folio reads fare ; the second farre . Bolingbroke only uses the phrase by way of caution , lest Mowbray should think he was about to address him as a friend . Norfolk , says he , so ...
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ancient arms Aumerle Bagot banish Bardolph Ben Jonson blood Boling Bolingbroke Bushy called castle cousin crown death dost doth Douglas Duch duke duke of Hereford Earl of March earth Enter Exeunt eyes face fair Falstaff Farewel father fear folio Gadshill Gaunt Glend Glendower grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry VI Hereford Holinshed honour horse Hotspur Johnson King Henry King Henry IV King Richard King Richard II king's Lady Lancaster land lord majesty Malone Mason means Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies passage peace Percy play Poins Pope prince of Wales quarto Queen Rich Ritson royal sack says scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies Sir John Oldcastle soul speak speech Steevens suppose sweet tell thee Theobald thou art thou hast tongue true uncle Warburton word York
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Página 81 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Página 80 - 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 40 - 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, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Página 146 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength: A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Página 16 - My dear, dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Página 149 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Página 257 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Página 118 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Página 41 - 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 176 - 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...