The roses; or King Henry the sixth; an historical tragedy. Represented at Reading school, compiled principally from Shakespeare [by R. Valpy]. |
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... revenge for me ! Richard , I bear thy name , I'll venge thy death , Or die with glory in the great attempt . Edward . His name the valiant Duke has left with thee : His chair and dukedom , —that remains for me . Richard . Nay , if thou ...
... revenge for me ! Richard , I bear thy name , I'll venge thy death , Or die with glory in the great attempt . Edward . His name the valiant Duke has left with thee : His chair and dukedom , —that remains for me . Richard . Nay , if thou ...
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... revenge . Richard . ' Twas strange indeed when valiant War- wick fled . Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit , But ne'er till now the scandal of his flight . Warwick . Nor now my scandal , Richard , shalt thou hear . For thou shalt ...
... revenge . Richard . ' Twas strange indeed when valiant War- wick fled . Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit , But ne'er till now the scandal of his flight . Warwick . Nor now my scandal , Richard , shalt thou hear . For thou shalt ...
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... revenge , O God , ' twas not my fault : Unwillingly have I infring'd my vow . Clifford . My gracious Liege , this timeless lenity , And dang'rous pity , must be laid aside . To whom do Lions cast their gentle looks ? Not to the beast ...
... revenge , O God , ' twas not my fault : Unwillingly have I infring'd my vow . Clifford . My gracious Liege , this timeless lenity , And dang'rous pity , must be laid aside . To whom do Lions cast their gentle looks ? Not to the beast ...
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... revenge my death ! -beneath their steeds , That stain'd their fetlocks in his blood , he died .. Warwick . Then let the earth be satiated with blood ! [ he draws his sword , and rushes out - return- ing he says , I've kill'd my horse ...
... revenge my death ! -beneath their steeds , That stain'd their fetlocks in his blood , he died .. Warwick . Then let the earth be satiated with blood ! [ he draws his sword , and rushes out - return- ing he says , I've kill'd my horse ...
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... revenge th ' inhuman deed , Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall ! Clifford . Were all thy brothers here , their lives . and thine Were not revenge sufficient for my heart . This is the hand , that stabb'd thy father York ; " And this ...
... revenge th ' inhuman deed , Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall ! Clifford . Were all thy brothers here , their lives . and thine Were not revenge sufficient for my heart . This is the hand , that stabb'd thy father York ; " And this ...
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The Roses: Or, King Henry the Sixth. An Historical Tragedy. Represented at ... Richard Valpy Visualização integral - 1810 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
arms basilisk battle blood brave breast brother brow Clarence Clifford crown death deeds Duke of Clarence Duke of York e'en Earl of Warwick earth EDWARD Plantagenet Enter a MESSENGER Enter EDWARD Enter KING HENRY Enter RICHARD Enter WARWICK ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faint father fear field fight flow'r force fortune France friends giv'n Glocester glory grief guard hadst thou head heart Heav'n hence honor hope house of York Humphrey join'd kill'd King of England Lady Grey land Latin Lord Lord Hastings Margaret mourning ne'er never noble o'er Oxford peace pity pow'r Prince Edward PRINCE OF WALES proud Queen rais'd READING SCHOOL rest revenge robb'd royal Rutland SCENE SECOND EDITION.-Price Second Sentinel Sinklo slain smile soldiers Somerset sorrow soul sweet sword tears tell thee thou hast thousand thro throne tow'r valiant valor weep woes wounds
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Página 54 - 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 54 - 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.
Página 54 - For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings : How some have been depos'd; some slain in war...
Página 29 - Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ; And cry Content to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Página 49 - What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Página 22 - O God ! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea : and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips...
Página 57 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Página 29 - I smile ; And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall ; I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk ; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could, And, like a Sinon, take another Troy : I can add colours to the cameleon ; Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages, And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school.
Página 28 - Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb : And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub...