The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 5T. Bensley, 1804 |
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... France ! -how much he wrongs his fame , Despairing of his own arm's fortitude , To join with witches , and the help of hell . Bur . Traitors have never other company.- But what's that Pucelle , whom they term so pure KING HENRY VI . 27.
... France ! -how much he wrongs his fame , Despairing of his own arm's fortitude , To join with witches , and the help of hell . Bur . Traitors have never other company.- But what's that Pucelle , whom they term so pure KING HENRY VI . 27.
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... traitor ; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset , Were growing time once ripen'd to my will . For your partaker Poole , and you yourself , I'll note you in my book of memory , To scourge you for this apprehension : Look to it ...
... traitor ; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset , Were growing time once ripen'd to my will . For your partaker Poole , and you yourself , I'll note you in my book of memory , To scourge you for this apprehension : Look to it ...
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... traitor and a coward . Mad ire , and wrathful fury , makes me weep , That thus we die , while remiss traitors sleep . Lucy . O , send some succour to the distress'd lord ! York . He dies , we lose ; I break my warlike word : We mourn ...
... traitor and a coward . Mad ire , and wrathful fury , makes me weep , That thus we die , while remiss traitors sleep . Lucy . O , send some succour to the distress'd lord ! York . He dies , we lose ; I break my warlike word : We mourn ...
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... traitor in the land commit . Suf . Peace , head - strong Warwick ! War . Image of pride , why should I hold my peace ? Enter Servants of Suffolk , bringing in Horner and Peter . Suf . Because here is a man accus'd of treason : Pray God ...
... traitor in the land commit . Suf . Peace , head - strong Warwick ! War . Image of pride , why should I hold my peace ? Enter Servants of Suffolk , bringing in Horner and Peter . Suf . Because here is a man accus'd of treason : Pray God ...
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... traitor's speech : - ' I do beseech your royal majesty , ' Let him have all the rigour of the law . Hor . Alas , my lord , hang me , if ever I spake the words . My accuser is my prentice ; and when I did correct him for his fault the ...
... traitor's speech : - ' I do beseech your royal majesty , ' Let him have all the rigour of the law . Hor . Alas , my lord , hang me , if ever I spake the words . My accuser is my prentice ; and when I did correct him for his fault the ...
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Alarum Anne arms art thou blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade canst Catesby Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death dost doth duke of York Dutch earl Eliz enemies England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes farewel father fear fight France friends gentle give Glo'ster grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade King Henry KING HENRY VI King Richard lady Lancaster live lord lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty Murd ne'er never noble peace Plantagenet prince protector Pucelle Reignier Rich Richard Plantagenet Richmond saint Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Stan stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Tower traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt
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Page 2 - 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; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined...
Page 142 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Page 45 - 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; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Page 102 - 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. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Page 1 - HUNG be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky; And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, That have consented unto Henry's death!
Page 45 - 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...
Page 1 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Page 32 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea...
Page 33 - What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, 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...