Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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Σελίδα 25
... friends to us ; This happy night the Frenchmen are fecure , Having all day carous'd and banquetted . Embrace we then this opportunity , As fitting beft to quittance their deceit , Contriv'd by art and baleful forcery . Bed . Bed ...
... friends to us ; This happy night the Frenchmen are fecure , Having all day carous'd and banquetted . Embrace we then this opportunity , As fitting beft to quittance their deceit , Contriv'd by art and baleful forcery . Bed . Bed ...
Σελίδα 27
... friend ? At all times will you have my pow'r alike ? Sleeping or waking muft I ftill prevail ? Or will you blame and lay the fault on me ? Improvident foldiers ! had your watch been good , This fudden mifchief never could have fall'n ...
... friend ? At all times will you have my pow'r alike ? Sleeping or waking muft I ftill prevail ? Or will you blame and lay the fault on me ? Improvident foldiers ! had your watch been good , This fudden mifchief never could have fall'n ...
Σελίδα 34
... friends to wear my bleeding roles , That fhall maintain what I have faid is true , Where falfe Plantagenet dare not be feen . -Plan . Now by this maiden I fcorn my words I from thee and thy ' faction , 34 The First Part of.
... friends to wear my bleeding roles , That fhall maintain what I have faid is true , Where falfe Plantagenet dare not be feen . -Plan . Now by this maiden I fcorn my words I from thee and thy ' faction , 34 The First Part of.
Σελίδα 35
... friends in fpight of thee fhall wear . Plan . And by my foul , this pale and angry rofe , As cognizance of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever and my faction wear , Until it wither with me to my grave , Or flourish to the height ...
... friends in fpight of thee fhall wear . Plan . And by my foul , this pale and angry rofe , As cognizance of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever and my faction wear , Until it wither with me to my grave , Or flourish to the height ...
Σελίδα 37
... friend , is he come ? Plan . I , noble uncle , thus ignobly us❜d , Your nephew , late defpifed Richard , comes . Mor . Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck , And in his bofom spend my latest gafp . Oh , tell me when my lips do touch ...
... friend , is he come ? Plan . I , noble uncle , thus ignobly us❜d , Your nephew , late defpifed Richard , comes . Mor . Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck , And in his bofom spend my latest gafp . Oh , tell me when my lips do touch ...
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againſt Alarum Anne anſwer Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catesby Cham Clarence Clif Clifford crown curfe death doth Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf felves fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Jack Cade King Henry Lady Lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Protector Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt noble peace Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prefent Prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtate Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe
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Σελίδα 466 - 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.
Σελίδα 436 - 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.
Σελίδα 225 - 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...
Σελίδα 225 - 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.
Σελίδα 281 - 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.
Σελίδα 240 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Σελίδα 468 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...