King John, by Shakespeare. King Edward I, by Peele. King Edward II, by Marlowe. King Edward III, by Shakespeare (?) King Richard II, by Shakespeare. King Henry IV, by Shakespeare. King Henry V, by ShakespeareThomas Donovan Macmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 |
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Pagina 20
... tell me , who knows . Lew . She is sad and passionate at your highness ' tent . K. Phi . And , by my faith , this league , that we have made , Will give her sadness very little cure.— Brother of England , how may we content This widow ...
... tell me , who knows . Lew . She is sad and passionate at your highness ' tent . K. Phi . And , by my faith , this league , that we have made , Will give her sadness very little cure.— Brother of England , how may we content This widow ...
Pagina 22
... Tell me , thou fellow , is not France forsworn ? Envenom him with words , or get thee gone , And leave those woes alone , which I alone Am bound to underbear . I do beseech you , madam , be content . Sal . Pardon me , madam , I may not ...
... Tell me , thou fellow , is not France forsworn ? Envenom him with words , or get thee gone , And leave those woes alone , which I alone Am bound to underbear . I do beseech you , madam , be content . Sal . Pardon me , madam , I may not ...
Pagina 25
... Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England Add thus much more , —that no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions ; But as we , under Heaven , are supreme head , So , under Him that Great Supremacy , Where we do reign ...
... Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England Add thus much more , —that no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions ; But as we , under Heaven , are supreme head , So , under Him that Great Supremacy , Where we do reign ...
Pagina 26
... tell me how you would bestow yourself . This royal hand and mine are newly knit , And shall these hands , so lately purged of blood , So newly joined in love , so strong in both , Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet ; Play fast ...
... tell me how you would bestow yourself . This royal hand and mine are newly knit , And shall these hands , so lately purged of blood , So newly joined in love , so strong in both , Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet ; Play fast ...
Pagina 30
... tell thee what , my friend , - He is a very serpent in my way , And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , He lies before me . Dost thou understand me ? Thou art his keeper . Hub . And I'll keep him so , That he shall not offend ...
... tell thee what , my friend , - He is a very serpent in my way , And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , He lies before me . Dost thou understand me ? Thou art his keeper . Hub . And I'll keep him so , That he shall not offend ...
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King John, by Shakespeare. King Edward I, by Peele. King Edward II, by ... Thomas Donovan Volledige weergave - 1896 |
King John, by Shakespeare. King Edward I, by Peele. King Edward II, by ... Thomas Donovan Volledige weergave - 1896 |
King John, by Shakespeare. King Edward I, by Peele. King Edward II, by ... Thomas Donovan Volledige weergave - 1896 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 451 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon saint Crispin's...
Pagina 37 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pagina 451 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in...
Pagina 431 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Pagina 413 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Pagina 268 - For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps Death his court ; and there the Antic* sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp...
Pagina 287 - As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Pagina 31 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form : Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pagina 358 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pagina 350 - As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls. I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.