The Works of Shakespeare ...Bobbs-Merrill Company, 1910 |
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Pagina 12
... tell the queen these news . West . Farewell , faint - hearted and degenerate king , In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides . North . Be thou a prey unto the house of York , And die in bands for this unmanly deed ! Clif . In ...
... tell the queen these news . West . Farewell , faint - hearted and degenerate king , In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides . North . Be thou a prey unto the house of York , And die in bands for this unmanly deed ! Clif . In ...
Pagina 19
... tell him privily of our intent . 35 You , Edward , shall unto my Lord Cobham , 40 With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise : In them I trust ; for they are soldiers , Witty , courteous , liberal , full of spirit . While you are thus ...
... tell him privily of our intent . 35 You , Edward , shall unto my Lord Cobham , 40 With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise : In them I trust ; for they are soldiers , Witty , courteous , liberal , full of spirit . While you are thus ...
Pagina 31
... tell thee whence thou cam'st , of whom derived , 115 Were shame enough to shame thee , wert thou not shame- less . Thy father bears the type of King of Naples , Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem , Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman ...
... tell thee whence thou cam'st , of whom derived , 115 Were shame enough to shame thee , wert thou not shame- less . Thy father bears the type of King of Naples , Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem , Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman ...
Pagina 33
... tell'st the heavy story right , 150 , 151. Beshrew ... so That . . . tears ] 135 , 136. Beshrew move me so , As ... mine eies . teares Q. 152-155 . That face ... Would Hyrcania ] 137-140 . That face 156-166 . See , ruthless ... And I ...
... tell'st the heavy story right , 150 , 151. Beshrew ... so That . . . tears ] 135 , 136. Beshrew move me so , As ... mine eies . teares Q. 152-155 . That face ... Would Hyrcania ] 137-140 . That face 156-166 . See , ruthless ... And I ...
Pagina 34
... tell . well .. I ( Ay ) Here , take two cruell hands Q. 167 , 168. Hard - hearted ... heads ] 152 , 153. Hard - harted . . . heads Q. 169-171 . Had . . . soul ] 154-156 . Had he bin . of all ... I could not chuse but weep 172-180 . What ...
... tell . well .. I ( Ay ) Here , take two cruell hands Q. 167 , 168. Hard - hearted ... heads ] 152 , 153. Hard - harted . . . heads Q. 169-171 . Had . . . soul ] 154-156 . Had he bin . of all ... I could not chuse but weep 172-180 . What ...
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battle blood brother Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Compare Contention crown death Dict doth Duke of York Dyce Earl Enter King erle Exeunt Omnes Exit Faerie Queene father fight Folio France friends Gentlemen of Verona Glou Gloucester Golding's Ovid Grafton Greene Greene's Grey Grosart Hall hand hast hath haue heart hence Henry VI Henry's house of York King Edward King Henry Kyd's Kyng Lancaster Locrine Lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece March Marlowe Marlowe's Montague oath occurs omitted Q Oxford passage Peele Peele's Plantagenet play Prince Quarto quoted Rich Richard Richard III scene Shake Shakespeare shalt slain soldiers Soliman and Perseda Somerset sonne Spanish Tragedy speak speare speech Spenser sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee thine thou Titus Andronicus True Tragedy unto Venus and Adonis viii Warwick words ΙΟ
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Pagina 66 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? 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, 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.
Pagina 95 - I can add colours to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Pagina 165 - The bird that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush : And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.