The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1-2. Henry VC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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Página 46
... friends , are fled to him . Bushy . Why have you not proclaim'd Northum- berland , And all the rest of the revolted faction , traitors 5 ? Green . We have : whereon the earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff , resign'd his stewardship ...
... friends , are fled to him . Bushy . Why have you not proclaim'd Northum- berland , And all the rest of the revolted faction , traitors 5 ? Green . We have : whereon the earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff , resign'd his stewardship ...
Página 47
... friends that flatter'd him . Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord , your son was gone before I came . York . He was ? -Why , so ! -go all which way it will ! The nobles they are fled , the commons they are cold , And will , I fear , revolt ...
... friends that flatter'd him . Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord , your son was gone before I came . York . He was ? -Why , so ! -go all which way it will ! The nobles they are fled , the commons they are cold , And will , I fear , revolt ...
Página 51
... friends ; And , as my fortune ripens with thy love , It shall be still thy true love's recompense : My heart this covenant makes , my hand thus seals it . North . How far is it to Berkley ? And what stir Keeps good old York there , with ...
... friends ; And , as my fortune ripens with thy love , It shall be still thy true love's recompense : My heart this covenant makes , my hand thus seals it . North . How far is it to Berkley ? And what stir Keeps good old York there , with ...
Página 56
... friends , nor foes , to me welcome you are : Things past redress , are now with me past care 11 . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV1 . A Camp in Wales . Enter SALISBURY2 , and a Captain . Cap . My lord of Salisbury , we have staid ten days , And ...
... friends , nor foes , to me welcome you are : Things past redress , are now with me past care 11 . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV1 . A Camp in Wales . Enter SALISBURY2 , and a Captain . Cap . My lord of Salisbury , we have staid ten days , And ...
Página 57
... friends are fled , to wait upon thy foes : And crossly to thy good all fortune goes . [ Exit . ACT III . SCENE I. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol . Enter BOLINGBROKE , YORK , NORTHUMBER- LAND , PERCY , WILLOUGHBY , Ross : Officers behind ...
... friends are fled , to wait upon thy foes : And crossly to thy good all fortune goes . [ Exit . ACT III . SCENE I. Bolingbroke's Camp at Bristol . Enter BOLINGBROKE , YORK , NORTHUMBER- LAND , PERCY , WILLOUGHBY , Ross : Officers behind ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
arms Aumerle Bard Bardolph battle of Agincourt blood Boling Bolingbroke brother called Cotgrave cousin crown death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio France French friends Gaunt give Glendower grace grief hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host Hotspur John of Gaunt King Henry King Henry IV King Richard King Richard II king's Lady liege live look lord majesty master merry Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies passage peace Percy Pist Pistol play Poins pray prince prince of Wales quarto Queen Rich sack SCENE Scroop Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak Steevens sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue unto Westmoreland word York
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Página 309 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Página 34 - 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: 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 28 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Página 34 - 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 229 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Página 276 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Página 306 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 229 - tis no matter; 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 that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Página 482 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so...
Página 259 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.