The Historical Shakespearian Reader: Comprising the "Histories," Or, "Chronicle Plays" of Shakespeare ... Expurgated and Revised, with ... Notes by John W. S. HowsAppleton, 1863 - 503 pàgines |
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Pàgina 35
... uncle owes . Arth . O , now you look like Hubert ! all this while You were disguised . Hub . Peace ! no more . Adieu . Your uncle must not know but you are dead ; KING JOHN . 35.
... uncle owes . Arth . O , now you look like Hubert ! all this while You were disguised . Hub . Peace ! no more . Adieu . Your uncle must not know but you are dead ; KING JOHN . 35.
Pàgina 36
... uncle must not know but you are dead ; I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports : And , pretty child , sleep doubtless and secure , That Hubert for the wealth of all the world Will not offend thee . Arth . O heaven ! -I thank you ...
... uncle must not know but you are dead ; I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports : And , pretty child , sleep doubtless and secure , That Hubert for the wealth of all the world Will not offend thee . Arth . O heaven ! -I thank you ...
Pàgina 42
... uncle's spirit is in these stones : - Heaven take my soul , and England keep my bones ! Enter PEMBROKE , SALISBURY , and BIGOT . Sal . Lords , I will meet him at Saint Edmund's - Bury • It is our safety , and we must embrace This gentle ...
... uncle's spirit is in these stones : - Heaven take my soul , and England keep my bones ! Enter PEMBROKE , SALISBURY , and BIGOT . Sal . Lords , I will meet him at Saint Edmund's - Bury • It is our safety , and we must embrace This gentle ...
Pàgina 58
... uncle , let this end where it begun ; We'll calm the duke of Norfolk , you your son . Gaunt . To be a make - peace shall become my age : - Throw down , my son , the duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his ...
... uncle , let this end where it begun ; We'll calm the duke of Norfolk , you your son . Gaunt . To be a make - peace shall become my age : - Throw down , my son , the duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his ...
Pàgina 62
... Uncle , even in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grievèd heart : thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years [ Exit . Pluck'd four away .- [ To BOLING . ] Six frozen winters spent , Return with welcome home from ...
... Uncle , even in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grievèd heart : thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years [ Exit . Pluck'd four away .- [ To BOLING . ] Six frozen winters spent , Return with welcome home from ...
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The Historical Shakespearian Reader: Comprising the "Histories," Or ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1863 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Alarum Alençon arms art thou Bard Bardolph bear blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Clarence cousin crown Dauphin dead death dost doth Duch duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff farewell father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear fight France French friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious grief hand hath head hear heart heaven hither honor house of York Jack Cade Kath king's lady liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam majesty master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Poins pray prince queen Re-enter Reignier Rich RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Shal shame Sir John soldiers Somerset soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words
Passatges populars
Pàgina 489 - 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 375 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Pàgina 216 - Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they...
Pàgina 179 - 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...
Pàgina 160 - For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart ! — Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Pàgina 180 - With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? — Canst thou, O partial Sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Pàgina 53 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pàgina 180 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pàgina 375 - 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 ; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young...
Pàgina 97 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.