The Stratford Shakspere: Life of Shakspere by the editor. King John. King Richard ii. King Henry iVC:Griffin & Company, 1867 |
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Σελίδα 269
... . Re - enter Attendants with BOLINGBROKE and NORFOLK . BOLING . Many years of happy days befal My gracious sovereign , my most loving liege ! NOR . Each day still better other's happiness ; Until KING RICHARD II. ...
... . Re - enter Attendants with BOLINGBROKE and NORFOLK . BOLING . Many years of happy days befal My gracious sovereign , my most loving liege ! NOR . Each day still better other's happiness ; Until KING RICHARD II. ...
Σελίδα 270
... BOLING . First , ( heaven be the record to my speech ! ) In the devotion of a subject's love , Tendering the precious safety of my prince , And free from other misbegotten hate , Come I appellant to this princely presence . Now , Thomas ...
... BOLING . First , ( heaven be the record to my speech ! ) In the devotion of a subject's love , Tendering the precious safety of my prince , And free from other misbegotten hate , Come I appellant to this princely presence . Now , Thomas ...
Σελίδα 271
... BOLING . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Disclaiming here the kindred of the king ; And lay aside my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee so much ...
... BOLING . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Disclaiming here the kindred of the king ; And lay aside my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee so much ...
Σελίδα 274
... BOLING . O , heaven defend my soul from such foul sin ! Shall I seem crest - fallen in my father's sight ? Or with pale beggar fear impeach my height Before this outdar'd dastard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble ...
... BOLING . O , heaven defend my soul from such foul sin ! Shall I seem crest - fallen in my father's sight ? Or with pale beggar fear impeach my height Before this outdar'd dastard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble ...
Σελίδα 277
... whom comest thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight , so defend thee heaven ! BOLING . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Am I ; who ready here do stand in arms SCENE III . 277 KING RICHARD II .
... whom comest thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight , so defend thee heaven ! BOLING . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Am I ; who ready here do stand in arms SCENE III . 277 KING RICHARD II .
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Appears arms Asbies Aumerle BARD Bardolph BAST Blackfriars Blackfriars Theatre blood BOLING Bolingbroke breath brother court Court-leet cousin crown death DOLL dost doth duke Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear folio friends GAUNT give grace grief hand Harry hath head hear heart heaven Henley Street Henry IV honour HOST Hubert John Shakspere King John KING RICHARD King's lady land Lawrence Fletcher liege live London look lord majesty Malone Mary Arden master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy players plays poet POINS prince QUEEN RICH Richard Burbage Richard II SCENE Shak Shakspere's SHAL Shottery sir John sir John Falstaff Snitterfield soul speak spere Stratford Stratford-upon-Avon Susanna Hall sweet tell theatre thee thine thou art thou hast tongue unto Warwickshire William Shakspere word YORK young
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Σελίδα 221 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form: Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Σελίδα 228 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Σελίδα 29 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Σελίδα 437 - 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 : — this earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal : — But let my favours hide thy mangled face ; And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
Σελίδα 109 - 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.
Σελίδα 495 - 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...
Σελίδα 333 - YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Σελίδα 495 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour 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 ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Σελίδα 475 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some ; whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...
Σελίδα 226 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.