The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 5Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1811 |
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... hand , but conquered . Exe . We mourn in black ; Why mourn we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's dishonourable victory [ 1 ] Crystal is an epithet repeatedly bestowed on ...
... hand , but conquered . Exe . We mourn in black ; Why mourn we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and never shall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's dishonourable victory [ 1 ] Crystal is an epithet repeatedly bestowed on ...
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... hand : A holy maid hither with me I bring , Which , by a vision sent to her from heaven , Ordained is to raise this tedious siege , And drive the English forth the bounds of France . The spirit of deep prophecy she hath , Exceeding the ...
... hand : A holy maid hither with me I bring , Which , by a vision sent to her from heaven , Ordained is to raise this tedious siege , And drive the English forth the bounds of France . The spirit of deep prophecy she hath , Exceeding the ...
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... hands ; thou art an Amazon , And fightest with the sword of Deborah . Puc . Christ's mother helps me , else I were too weak . Char . Whoe'er helps thee , ' tis thou that must help me : Impatiently I burn with thy desire ; My heart and hands ...
... hands ; thou art an Amazon , And fightest with the sword of Deborah . Puc . Christ's mother helps me , else I were too weak . Char . Whoe'er helps thee , ' tis thou that must help me : Impatiently I burn with thy desire ; My heart and hands ...
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... hand , That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy , In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame ; Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars ; Whilst any trump did sound , or drum struck up , His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field ...
... hand , That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy , In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame ; Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars ; Whilst any trump did sound , or drum struck up , His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field ...
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... hand , I scorn thee and thy fashion , peevish boy . Suf . Turn not thy scorns this way , Plantagenet . Plan . Proud Pool , I will ; and scorn both him and thee . [ 8 ] Properly thrown in our way , justly proposed . JOHNS . Suf . I'll ...
... hand , I scorn thee and thy fashion , peevish boy . Suf . Turn not thy scorns this way , Plantagenet . Plan . Proud Pool , I will ; and scorn both him and thee . [ 8 ] Properly thrown in our way , justly proposed . JOHNS . Suf . I'll ...
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Alarum Anne arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade canst Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death dost doth Duch duke of York earl enemies England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fight France friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade John of Gaunt JOHNS K.Edw K.Hen K.Rich King HENRY L.Grey lady Lancaster live lord lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty ne'er never noble peace Plantagenet prince protector PUCELLE Q.Eliz Q.Mar Queen MARGARET Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Richmond Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Stan STEEV Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Tower traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words
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Page 94 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. 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.
Page 33 - 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
Page 46 - Content" to that which grieves my heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions...
Page 25 - Seize on him, Furies ! take him to your torments !" With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 3 - Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Page 32 - 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 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 36 - 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.
Page 63 - 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.
Page 94 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.