The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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13. oldal
... the a devil . Yet have I gold , flies from another coaft : I dare not fay from the rich Cardinal , And from the great and new - made Duke of Suffolk ; Yet Yet I do find it fo : for to be The Second Part of King HENRY VI . 13 Enter Hume. ...
... the a devil . Yet have I gold , flies from another coaft : I dare not fay from the rich Cardinal , And from the great and new - made Duke of Suffolk ; Yet Yet I do find it fo : for to be The Second Part of King HENRY VI . 13 Enter Hume. ...
100. oldal
... rich Hangings in an homely houfe , So was his Will in his old feeble body . But noble as he is , look , where he comes . Enter Salisbury . Sal . Now , by my fword , well haft thou fought to day ; By th ' Mafs , fo did we all . I thank ...
... rich Hangings in an homely houfe , So was his Will in his old feeble body . But noble as he is , look , where he comes . Enter Salisbury . Sal . Now , by my fword , well haft thou fought to day ; By th ' Mafs , fo did we all . I thank ...
103. oldal
... Rich . Speak thou for me , and tell them what I did . Throwing down the Duke of Somerfet's Head . York . Richard hath best deserv'd of all my Sons : Is his Grace dead , my lord of Somerfet ? Norf . Such hope have all the Line of John of ...
... Rich . Speak thou for me , and tell them what I did . Throwing down the Duke of Somerfet's Head . York . Richard hath best deserv'd of all my Sons : Is his Grace dead , my lord of Somerfet ? Norf . Such hope have all the Line of John of ...
104. oldal
... Rich . Arm'd as we are , let's ftay within this houfe ,. War . The bloody Parliament fhall this be call'd , Unlefs Plantagenet , Duke of York , be King ; And bafhful Henry depos'd ; whose cowardife Hath made us By - words to our enemies ...
... Rich . Arm'd as we are , let's ftay within this houfe ,. War . The bloody Parliament fhall this be call'd , Unlefs Plantagenet , Duke of York , be King ; And bafhful Henry depos'd ; whose cowardife Hath made us By - words to our enemies ...
106. oldal
... Rich . You are old enough now , and yet , methinks you lofe : Father , tear the Crown from the Ufurper's head . Edw . Sweet father , do fo ; fet it on your head . Mont . Good brother , as thou lov'ft and honour'ft arms , ཕ་ Let's Let's ...
... Rich . You are old enough now , and yet , methinks you lofe : Father , tear the Crown from the Ufurper's head . Edw . Sweet father , do fo ; fet it on your head . Mont . Good brother , as thou lov'ft and honour'ft arms , ཕ་ Let's Let's ...
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The Works Of Shakespear: Historical Plays: King Henry Vi, Pt. I-iii. King ... William Shakespeare,Sir Thomas Hanmer,Alexander Pope Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2023 |
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136. oldal - 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...
379. oldal - 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.
376. oldal - 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.
136. oldal - 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.
376. oldal - Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
377. oldal - 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.
136. oldal - 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...
136. oldal - ... Would I were dead, if God's good will were so. For what is in this world but grief and woe ? 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...
224. oldal - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
199. oldal - 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 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.