The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Strana 11
... leave the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter.1 1 Lady Anne , the betrothed widow of Edward prince of Wales . See King Henry VI . Part III . What though I killed her husband and her father ? SC ...
... leave the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter.1 1 Lady Anne , the betrothed widow of Edward prince of Wales . See King Henry VI . Part III . What though I killed her husband and her father ? SC ...
Strana 14
... leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . 3 Anne . Vouchsafe , diffused infection of a man , For these known evils , but to give me leave , By circumstance , to curse thy cursed self . Glo . Fairer than tongue can name thee , let ...
... leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . 3 Anne . Vouchsafe , diffused infection of a man , For these known evils , but to give me leave , By circumstance , to curse thy cursed self . Glo . Fairer than tongue can name thee , let ...
Strana 15
... leave this keen encounter of our wits , And fall somewhat into a slower method , - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? Anne . Thou wast the cause , and ...
... leave this keen encounter of our wits , And fall somewhat into a slower method , - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? Anne . Thou wast the cause , and ...
Strana 18
... leave these sad designs To him that hath more cause to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place ; 1 Where - after I have solemnly interred , At Chertsey monast'ry , this noble king , 1 Crosby Place is now Crosby Square , in ...
... leave these sad designs To him that hath more cause to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place ; 1 Where - after I have solemnly interred , At Chertsey monast'ry , this noble king , 1 Crosby Place is now Crosby Square , in ...
Strana 25
... leave this world , Thou cacodæmon ! there thy kingdom is . Riv . My lord of Gloster , in those busy days , Which here you urge , to prove us enemies , We followed then our lord , our lawful king ; So should we you , if you should be our ...
... leave this world , Thou cacodæmon ! there thy kingdom is . Riv . My lord of Gloster , in those busy days , Which here you urge , to prove us enemies , We followed then our lord , our lawful king ; So should we you , if you should be our ...
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Strana 8 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, 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 201 - 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...
Strana 203 - 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 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strana 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Strana 32 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Strana 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Strana 202 - Crom. How does your grace ? Wol. 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.
Strana 234 - In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants : and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known ; and those about her, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Strana 263 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power,...