The Works of William Shakespeare: King Henry VI ; King Richard III ; King Henry VIIIWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. DRAMATIS PERSON Æ . KING HENRY THE SIXTH . DUKE OF GLOSTER , Uncle to the King , and Protector . DUKE OF BEDFORD , Uncle to the King , Regent of France . DUKE OF EXETER . HENRY BEAUFORT , Bishop ...
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. DRAMATIS PERSON Æ . KING HENRY THE SIXTH . DUKE OF GLOSTER , Uncle to the King , and Protector . DUKE OF BEDFORD , Uncle to the King , Regent of France . DUKE OF EXETER . HENRY BEAUFORT , Bishop ...
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William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Bed . His ransom there is none but I shall pay . I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne ; His crown shall be the ransom of my friend : Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours ...
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Bed . His ransom there is none but I shall pay . I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne ; His crown shall be the ransom of my friend : Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours ...
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William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Will'd me to leave my base vocation , And free my country from calamity . Her aid she promis'd , and assured success : In complete glory she reveal'd herself ; And , whereas I was black and swart ...
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Will'd me to leave my base vocation , And free my country from calamity . Her aid she promis'd , and assured success : In complete glory she reveal'd herself ; And , whereas I was black and swart ...
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William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Reig . If not of hell , the heavens , sure , favour him . Alen . Here cometh Charles : I marvel , how he sped . Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE . Bast . Tut ! holy Joan was his defensive guard . Char ...
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Reig . If not of hell , the heavens , sure , favour him . Alen . Here cometh Charles : I marvel , how he sped . Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE . Bast . Tut ! holy Joan was his defensive guard . Char ...
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William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Even like a man new haled from the rack , So fare my limbs with long imprisonment ; And these grey locks , the pursuivants of death , Nestor - like aged , in an age of care , Argue the end of ...
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Even like a man new haled from the rack , So fare my limbs with long imprisonment ; And these grey locks , the pursuivants of death , Nestor - like aged , in an age of care , Argue the end of ...
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Alarum ALENÇON Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death doth Duch duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight folio France friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath hear heart heaven Henry VI Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath King HENRY lady live lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam majesty Malone modern editors Murd never noble old copies peace Plantagenet pray prince PUCELLE quartos read Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakespeare shalt soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stage-direction stand Steevens Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast Tower traitor True Tragedy unto Warwick words
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Strana 565 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Strana 573 - 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 : then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Strana 572 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. 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 607 - With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her : She shall be lov'd and fear'd : Her own shall bless her : Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow : Good grows with her : 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...
Strana 268 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects' treachery ? O ! yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth.
Strana 267 - 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. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many...
Strana 376 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea ; Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes, ) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Strana 267 - 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...
Strana 43 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose : And here I prophesy, — This brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Strana 187 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny : the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony, to drink small beer : all the realm shall be in common, and in Cht-apside shall my palfry go to grass.