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Pàgina 23
... thou wilt be friends , be friends : an thou wilt not , why , then be enemies with me too . Pr'ythee , put up . Nym . I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting ? Pist . A noble shalt thou have , and present pay ; And liquor ...
... thou wilt be friends , be friends : an thou wilt not , why , then be enemies with me too . Pr'ythee , put up . Nym . I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting ? Pist . A noble shalt thou have , and present pay ; And liquor ...
Pàgina 28
... thou , ' gainst all proportion , didst bring in Wonder , to wait on treason , and on murder : And whatsoever cunning fiend it was That wrought upon thee so preposterously , Hath got the voice in hell for excellence : And other devils ...
... thou , ' gainst all proportion , didst bring in Wonder , to wait on treason , and on murder : And whatsoever cunning fiend it was That wrought upon thee so preposterously , Hath got the voice in hell for excellence : And other devils ...
Pàgina 66
... thou speak'st cheerfully . Enter PISTOL . Pist . Qui va là ? K. Hen . A friend . Pist . Discuss unto me ; art thou officer ? Or art thou base , common , and popular ? K. Hen . I am a gentleman of a company . Pist . Trail'st thou the ...
... thou speak'st cheerfully . Enter PISTOL . Pist . Qui va là ? K. Hen . A friend . Pist . Discuss unto me ; art thou officer ? Or art thou base , common , and popular ? K. Hen . I am a gentleman of a company . Pist . Trail'st thou the ...
Pàgina 72
... thou , thou idol ceremony ? What kind of god art thou , that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers ? What are thy rents ? what are thy comings - in ? O ceremony , show me but thy worth ! What is thy soul of adoration ? Art ...
... thou , thou idol ceremony ? What kind of god art thou , that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers ? What are thy rents ? what are thy comings - in ? O ceremony , show me but thy worth ! What is thy soul of adoration ? Art ...
Pàgina 73
... thou , the fiery fever will go out With titles blown from adulation ? Will it give place to flexure and low bending ? Canst thou , when thou command'st the beggar's knee , Command the health of it ? No , thou proud dream , That play'st ...
... thou , the fiery fever will go out With titles blown from adulation ? Will it give place to flexure and low bending ? Canst thou , when thou command'st the beggar's knee , Command the health of it ? No , thou proud dream , That play'st ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Alarum Anne arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse Dauphin dead death doth Duch duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Eliz enemies England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fight France French friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand Harfleur hath hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath king's lady liege live look lord LORD CHAMBERLAIN lord Hastings madam majesty Margaret Mess Murd ne'er never noble peace Pist Plantagenet pray prince queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick
Passatges populars
Pàgina 332 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Pàgina 120 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion. Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature. Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable 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 see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity.
Pàgina 314 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Pàgina 335 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I...
Pàgina 43 - 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. When this is known, then to divide the times : So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate...
Pàgina 336 - 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 fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Pàgina 335 - Mark but my fall and that that ruin'd me. 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.
Pàgina 78 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Pàgina 120 - 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 davs.
Pàgina 113 - And so I was ; which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shaped 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 ; I am myself alone.