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... their dens , Poor harmless lambs abide their.enmity : Weep , wretched man , I'll
aid thee tear for teari ; And let our hearts and eyes , like civil war , Be blind with
tears , and break o'ercharg'd with grief . Enter a Father , bearing bis Son . Fath .
... their dens , Poor harmless lambs abide their.enmity : Weep , wretched man , I'll
aid thee tear for teari ; And let our hearts and eyes , like civil war , Be blind with
tears , and break o'ercharg'd with grief . Enter a Father , bearing bis Son . Fath .
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Three , my most gracious Lord . Glo . You shall have four , if you'll be rul'd by him .
K. Edw . ' Twere pity they should lose their father's lands , Gray . Be pitiful , dread
Lord , and grant it then . K. Edw . Lords , give us leave ; I'll try this widow's wit .
Three , my most gracious Lord . Glo . You shall have four , if you'll be rul'd by him .
K. Edw . ' Twere pity they should lose their father's lands , Gray . Be pitiful , dread
Lord , and grant it then . K. Edw . Lords , give us leave ; I'll try this widow's wit .
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I'll slay more gazers , than the basilisk ; I'll play the orator , as well as Nestor ;
Deceive more slily , than Ulysses could ; And , like a Sinon , take another Troy : I
can add colours ev'n to the camelion ; Change shapes with Proteus , for
advantages ...
I'll slay more gazers , than the basilisk ; I'll play the orator , as well as Nestor ;
Deceive more slily , than Ulysses could ; And , like a Sinon , take another Troy : I
can add colours ev'n to the camelion ; Change shapes with Proteus , for
advantages ...
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Tell him from me , that he hath done me wrong ; And therefore I'll uncrown him
ere't be long . There's thy reward , be gone . [ Exit Poft . K. Lew . Bat Warwick ,
Thyself and Oxford with five thousand men Shall cross the feas , and bid falfe
Edward ...
Tell him from me , that he hath done me wrong ; And therefore I'll uncrown him
ere't be long . There's thy reward , be gone . [ Exit Poft . K. Lew . Bat Warwick ,
Thyself and Oxford with five thousand men Shall cross the feas , and bid falfe
Edward ...
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... might have ventur'd to fill it up with certainty too . The old quarto would have led
them part of the way . Thou cam'f into the world And that the verse is to be
compleated in the manner I have given it , Glo . I'll hear no more : die prophet in
King ...
... might have ventur'd to fill it up with certainty too . The old quarto would have led
them part of the way . Thou cam'f into the world And that the verse is to be
compleated in the manner I have given it , Glo . I'll hear no more : die prophet in
King ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt Anne arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Clar Clarence Clifford comes crown dead death doth Duke Earl Edward England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear fight firſt follow foul France friends gentle give Grace hand Haſtings hath head hear heart heav'n Henry Highneſs honour hope houſe I'll King King's Lady land leave live look Lord Madam mean mind moſt mother muſt myſelf never noble once peace pleaſe poor pray Prince Queen Rich Richard royal ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome Somerſet ſon ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch Suffolk ſweet tears tell thank thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought true unto Warwick whoſe wife York young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 359 - 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.
Página 329 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Página 190 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Página 144 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Página 213 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 129 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Página 359 - This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours 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 362 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Página 359 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 361 - 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.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 5 The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Editora | C. Bathurst, 1773 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 4 Jan 2007 |
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