King Henry VI. Part 3 ; King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Coriolanus ; Titus AndronicusJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Pàgina 1543
... Blood were in my Father's Veins . Clif . Urge it no more , left that inftead of words I fend thee , Warwick , fuch a Meffenger , As fhall revenge his Death , before I ftir . War . Poor Cliffora ! how I fcorn his worthlefs Threats . York ...
... Blood were in my Father's Veins . Clif . Urge it no more , left that inftead of words I fend thee , Warwick , fuch a Meffenger , As fhall revenge his Death , before I ftir . War . Poor Cliffora ! how I fcorn his worthlefs Threats . York ...
Pàgina 1544
... Blood no fpark of Honour bides . North . Be thou a prey unto the Houfe of York , And die in Bands , for this unmanly deed . Clif . In dreadful War , may'ft thou be overcome , O live in Peace aba don'd and defpis'd . [ Exeunt Nor . Cliff ...
... Blood no fpark of Honour bides . North . Be thou a prey unto the Houfe of York , And die in Bands , for this unmanly deed . Clif . In dreadful War , may'ft thou be overcome , O live in Peace aba don'd and defpis'd . [ Exeunt Nor . Cliff ...
Pàgina 1545
... Blood ; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest Heart - blood there , Rather than made that Savage Duke thine Heir , And difinherited thire only Son . Prince . Father , you cannot difinherit me : If you be King , why fhould not I fucceed ? K ...
... Blood ; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest Heart - blood there , Rather than made that Savage Duke thine Heir , And difinherited thire only Son . Prince . Father , you cannot difinherit me : If you be King , why fhould not I fucceed ? K ...
Pàgina 1549
... Blood hath ftopt the paffage Where thy Words should enter . Rut . Then let my ' Father's Blood open it again , He is a Man , and , Clifford , cope with him . Clif . Had I thy Brethren here , their lives and thine Were not revenge ...
... Blood hath ftopt the paffage Where thy Words should enter . Rut . Then let my ' Father's Blood open it again , He is a Man , and , Clifford , cope with him . Clif . Had I thy Brethren here , their lives and thine Were not revenge ...
Pàgina 1550
... Blood cleaving to my Blade , Shall ruft upon my Weapon , ' till thy Blood Congeal'd , with this , do make me wipe off both . Alarum . Enter Richard Duke of York . York . The Army of the Queen hath got the Field : My Uncles both are ...
... Blood cleaving to my Blade , Shall ruft upon my Weapon , ' till thy Blood Congeal'd , with this , do make me wipe off both . Alarum . Enter Richard Duke of York . York . The Army of the Queen hath got the Field : My Uncles both are ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Blood Brother Buck Buckingham Caufe Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Crown Curfe Death Diomede doth Duke Duke of York e'er Edward Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fafe faid Father fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak Friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet Goths Grace Haftings Hand hath hear Heart Heaven Hector Henry himſelf Honour i'th King Lady laft Lart Lavinia Lord Lord Chamberlain Love Lucius Madam Marcus Martius moft Morrow muft muſt Noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Peace pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Priam Prince Queen Reafon reft Rich Rome ſhall Soul ſpeak Sword tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thou art Titus Titus Andronicus Tongue Troi Troilus unto Vlyf Warwick whofe York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 1754 - 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.
Pàgina 1545 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Pàgina 1821 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Pàgina 1763 - Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Pàgina 1838 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pàgina 1757 - I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Pàgina 1839 - 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. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Pàgina 1757 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pàgina 1854 - 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.