The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 5Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Pagina 4
... Tower . VERNON , of the White - Rose or York faction . BASSET , of the Red - Rose or Lancaster faction . A Lawyer . - Mortimer's Keepers . CHARLES , Dauphin , and afterwards king , of France . REIGNIER , duke of Anjou , and titular king ...
... Tower . VERNON , of the White - Rose or York faction . BASSET , of the Red - Rose or Lancaster faction . A Lawyer . - Mortimer's Keepers . CHARLES , Dauphin , and afterwards king , of France . REIGNIER , duke of Anjou , and titular king ...
Pagina 9
... Tower , with all the haste I can , To view th ' artillery and munition ; And then I will proclaim young Henry king . [ Exit . Exe . To Eltham will I , where the young king is , Being ordain'd his special governor ; And for his safety ...
... Tower , with all the haste I can , To view th ' artillery and munition ; And then I will proclaim young Henry king . [ Exit . Exe . To Eltham will I , where the young king is , Being ordain'd his special governor ; And for his safety ...
Pagina 14
... Tower . Enter the Duke of GLOSTER , with his Serving - men in blur coats . ( 29 ) Glo . I am come to survey the Tower this day : Since Henry's death , I fear , there is conveyance.- Where be these warders , that they wait not here ...
... Tower . Enter the Duke of GLOSTER , with his Serving - men in blur coats . ( 29 ) Glo . I am come to survey the Tower this day : Since Henry's death , I fear , there is conveyance.- Where be these warders , that they wait not here ...
Pagina 15
... Tower - gates , Enter WINCHESTER , with his Serving - men in tawny coats . } Win . How now , ambitious Humphrey ! what means this ? Glo . Peel'd priest , dost thou command me be shut out ? ( 35 ) Win . I do , thou most usurping proditor ...
... Tower - gates , Enter WINCHESTER , with his Serving - men in tawny coats . } Win . How now , ambitious Humphrey ! what means this ? Glo . Peel'd priest , dost thou command me be shut out ? ( 35 ) Win . I do , thou most usurping proditor ...
Pagina 16
... Tower to his use . Win . Here's Gloster , a foe to citizens ; ( 37 ) One that still motions war , and never peace , O'ercharging your free purses with large fines ; That seeks to overthrow religion , Because he is protector of the realm ...
... Tower to his use . Win . Here's Gloster , a foe to citizens ; ( 37 ) One that still motions war , and never peace , O'ercharging your free purses with large fines ; That seeks to overthrow religion , Because he is protector of the realm ...
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Alarums Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Capell cardinal Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Collier's Corrector crown death doth Duch Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Exam Exeunt Exit eyes Fair lords farewell father fear fight folio.-The France friends Gent give Gloster grace gracious hand Hanmer hath hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath King Henry lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty Malone Margaret Murd ne'er night noble peace Plantagenet pray prince quartos queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE second folio Shakespeare soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak speech Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art Tower traitor True Tragedie uncle unto W. N. Lettsom Walker Walker's Crit Warwick words
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Pagina 541 - 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.
Pagina 544 - 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.
Pagina 541 - 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
Pagina 525 - em, if thou canst : leave working. SONG. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. 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.
Pagina 582 - For I am a man under authority, having soldiers under me, and I say to this man, go, and he goeth ; and to another, come, and he cometh ; and to my servant do this, and he doeth it.
Pagina 549 - 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...
Pagina 351 - He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph— 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...
Pagina 541 - 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...
Pagina 374 - 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 ?
Pagina 265 - 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;...