The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 37
... better than I fare , Although thou hast been conduct of my shame . Sber . It is my office , Madam , pardon me . Elean . Ay , ay , farewel ; thy office is discharg'd . Come , Stanley , fhall we go ? Stan . Madam , your penance done ...
... better than I fare , Although thou hast been conduct of my shame . Sber . It is my office , Madam , pardon me . Elean . Ay , ay , farewel ; thy office is discharg'd . Come , Stanley , fhall we go ? Stan . Madam , your penance done ...
Pàgina 38
... better reafons can fupplant , I will fubfcribe , and fay I wrong'd the Duke , My Lords of Suffolk , Buckingham , and York , Reprove my allegation if you can , Or elfe conclude my words effectual . Suf . Well hath your Highness seen into ...
... better reafons can fupplant , I will fubfcribe , and fay I wrong'd the Duke , My Lords of Suffolk , Buckingham , and York , Reprove my allegation if you can , Or elfe conclude my words effectual . Suf . Well hath your Highness seen into ...
Pàgina 63
... fhould we be magiftrates . Bevis . Thou haft hit it ; for there's no better fign of a brave mind than a hard hand . Hol . Hol . I fee them , I fee them ; F 2 King HENRY VI . 63 Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk ...
... fhould we be magiftrates . Bevis . Thou haft hit it ; for there's no better fign of a brave mind than a hard hand . Hol . Hol . I fee them , I fee them ; F 2 King HENRY VI . 63 Cap. Hale him away, and let him talk ...
Pàgina 75
... Better ten thousand base - born Cades miscarry , Than you fhould ftoop unto a Frenchman's mercy . To France ! to France ! and get what you have loft ; Spare England , for it is your native coaft . Henry hath money , you are ftrong and ...
... Better ten thousand base - born Cades miscarry , Than you fhould ftoop unto a Frenchman's mercy . To France ! to France ! and get what you have loft ; Spare England , for it is your native coaft . Henry hath money , you are ftrong and ...
Pàgina 77
... better ; For yet may England curfe my wretched reign . SCENE XI . A Garden in Kent . Enter Jack Cade . [ Exeunt . Cade . Fie on ambition ; fie on my felf that have a fword , and yet am ready to famish . These five days have I hid me in ...
... better ; For yet may England curfe my wretched reign . SCENE XI . A Garden in Kent . Enter Jack Cade . [ Exeunt . Cade . Fie on ambition ; fie on my felf that have a fword , and yet am ready to famish . These five days have I hid me in ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catef cauſe Cham Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf fent fhall fhame fhould fight flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftate ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry Lady laft Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt noble pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thouſand thy felf unto Warwick Whofe wife
Passatges populars
Pàgina 135 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Pàgina 359 - His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations ; he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him ; our children's children Shall see this and bless heaven.
Pàgina 304 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Pàgina 176 - 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 days.
Pàgina 122 - 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 ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Pàgina 170 - 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.
Pàgina 122 - 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...
Pàgina 331 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pàgina 330 - 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 332 - 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...