The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: King Richard iii. King Henry ViiiH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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Strana 13
... father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is to become her husband and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love , As for another secret close intent , By marrying her , which I must reach unto . But yet I run ...
... father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is to become her husband and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love , As for another secret close intent , By marrying her , which I must reach unto . But yet I run ...
Strana 21
... father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - faced Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made ...
... father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made , When black - faced Clifford shook his sword at him : Nor when thy warlike father , like a child , Told the sad story of my father's death ; And twenty times made ...
Strana 24
... father , To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal ...
... father , To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth , tears in her eyes , The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; With God , her conscience , and these bars against me , And I no friends to back my suit withal ...
Strana 31
... father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , which Jesu pardon ! - Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glos . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , 1 poor lord , he is mew'd up . I would to God , my heart were flint ...
... father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , which Jesu pardon ! - Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glos . To fight on Edward's party , for the crown ; And , for his meed , 1 poor lord , he is mew'd up . I would to God , my heart were flint ...
Strana 32
... father laid on thee , — When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gavest the duke a clout , 1 Pillaged . Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty ...
... father laid on thee , — When thou didst crown his warlike brows with paper , And with thy scorns drew'st rivers from his eyes ; And then , to dry them , gavest the duke a clout , 1 Pillaged . Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty ...
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Strana 264 - 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...
Strana 42 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Strana 8 - Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them...
Strana 264 - And pry'thee lead me in — There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call my own.
Strana 236 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Strana 8 - He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass...
Strana 263 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ! — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Strana 221 - Anne. So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily, I swear, '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.
Strana 264 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Strana 261 - 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.