The dramatic works of William Shakspeare. Whittingham's ed, Volum 5 |
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Pàgina 6
... lives , Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . Cliff Urge it no more ; lest that , instead of words , I send thee , Warwick , such a messenger , As shall revenge his death , before I stir . War . Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his ...
... lives , Than drops of blood were in my father's veins . Cliff Urge it no more ; lest that , instead of words , I send thee , Warwick , such a messenger , As shall revenge his death , before I stir . War . Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his ...
Pàgina 7
... live . [ throne , K. Hen . Think'st thou , that I will leave my kingly Wherein my grandsire , and my father , sat ? No : first shall war unpeople this my realm ; Ay , and their colours - often borne in France ; And now in England , to ...
... live . [ throne , K. Hen . Think'st thou , that I will leave my kingly Wherein my grandsire , and my father , sat ? No : first shall war unpeople this my realm ; Ay , and their colours - often borne in France ; And now in England , to ...
Pàgina 8
... live in peace , abandon'd , and despis'd ! [ Exeunt North . Cliff . and West . War . Turn this way , Henry , and regard them not . Exe . They seek revenge , and therefore will not yield . K. Hen . Ah , Exeter ! War . Why should you sigh ...
... live in peace , abandon'd , and despis'd ! [ Exeunt North . Cliff . and West . War . Turn this way , Henry , and regard them not . Exe . They seek revenge , and therefore will not yield . K. Hen . Ah , Exeter ! War . Why should you sigh ...
Pàgina 9
... live king Henry ! -Plantagenet embrace him . [ sons ! K. Hen . And long live thou , and these thy forward York . Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd . Exe . Accurs'd be he , that seeks to make them foes ! [ Senet . The Lords come ...
... live king Henry ! -Plantagenet embrace him . [ sons ! K. Hen . And long live thou , and these thy forward York . Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd . Exe . Accurs'd be he , that seeks to make them foes ! [ Senet . The Lords come ...
Pàgina 14
... live . Cliff . In vain thou speak'st , poor boy ; my father's blood Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter . Rut . Then let my father's blood open it again ; He is a man , and , Clifford , cope with him . Cliff . Had I ...
... live . Cliff . In vain thou speak'st , poor boy ; my father's blood Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter . Rut . Then let my father's blood open it again ; He is a man , and , Clifford , cope with him . Cliff . Had I ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clifford Cres Cressid crown death Diomed dost doth Duch duke duke of York Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Flav fool fortune friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Henry honour house of Lancaster i'the Kath king lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings lord Timon lordship Lucullus madam Menelaus Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pity Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard SCENE Serv Servant soul speak Surry sweet sword tell thee Ther There's Thersites thine thou art thou hast thyself Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Warwick York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 17 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe...
Pàgina 33 - 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.
Pàgina 56 - O'errun and trampled on : then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours ; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Pàgina 63 - 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 7 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Pàgina 16 - Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the...
Pàgina 73 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Pàgina 59 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Pàgina 101 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Pàgina 28 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Which once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.