The Works of William Shakespeare...Shakespeare head Press, 1906 |
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... murder'd traitorously . War . Father , the duke hath told the truth ; Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown . York . Which now they hold by force , and not by right ; For Richard , the first son's heir , being dead , The issue of ...
... murder'd traitorously . War . Father , the duke hath told the truth ; Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown . York . Which now they hold by force , and not by right ; For Richard , the first son's heir , being dead , The issue of ...
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... murder'd wrongfully.— Come , fellow , follow us for thy reward . [ Sound a flourish . Exeunt . SCENE IV . A street . Enter GLOSTER and his Men , in mourning cloaks . Glo . Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud ; And after summer ...
... murder'd wrongfully.— Come , fellow , follow us for thy reward . [ Sound a flourish . Exeunt . SCENE IV . A street . Enter GLOSTER and his Men , in mourning cloaks . Glo . Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud ; And after summer ...
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... words were ransom for their fault . Unless it were a bloody murderer , Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers , 100 110 120 130 I never gave them condign punishment : Murder , SCENE 1 ] 43 KING HENRY VI.
... words were ransom for their fault . Unless it were a bloody murderer , Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers , 100 110 120 130 I never gave them condign punishment : Murder , SCENE 1 ] 43 KING HENRY VI.
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William Shakespeare Arthur Henry Bullen. 130 I never gave them condign punishment : Murder , indeed , that bloody sin , I tortured Above the felon or what trespass else . Suf . My lord , these faults are easy , quickly answer'd : But ...
William Shakespeare Arthur Henry Bullen. 130 I never gave them condign punishment : Murder , indeed , that bloody sin , I tortured Above the felon or what trespass else . Suf . My lord , these faults are easy , quickly answer'd : But ...
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... murder of DUKE HUMPHREY . First Mur . Run to my Lord of Suffolk ; let him know We have dispatcht the duke , as he commanded . Sec . Mur . O , that it were to do ! -What have we done ? Didst ever hear a man so penitent ? First Mur . Here ...
... murder of DUKE HUMPHREY . First Mur . Run to my Lord of Suffolk ; let him know We have dispatcht the duke , as he commanded . Sec . Mur . O , that it were to do ! -What have we done ? Didst ever hear a man so penitent ? First Mur . Here ...
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Alarum Anne bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear France friends Gent gentle give Gloster Grace gracious Grey hand hath head hear heart heaven honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade Kath King Henry king's lady leave live look Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings lord Protector madam majesty Margaret Murd never noble Norfolk peace pity poor pray Prince queen revenge Rich Richmond royal SCENE shalt shame SIR THOMAS LOVELL Soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stand Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue Tower traitor uncle unto Warwick weep wife
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الصفحة 136 - 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.
الصفحة 383 - 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!
الصفحة 226 - Who 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...
الصفحة 136 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
الصفحة 80 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
الصفحة 363 - 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.
الصفحة 196 - And so I was; which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word love, which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me: I am myself alone.
الصفحة 201 - 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...
الصفحة 309 - Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
الصفحة 383 - 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...