The Tragedy of King Richard IID.C. Heath & Company, 1895 - Počet stran: 212 |
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Strana 38
... thee , And mark my greeting well ; for what I speak My body shall make good upon this earth , Or my divine soul answer it in heaven . Thou art a traitor and a miscreant , Too good to be so and too bad to live , Since the more fair and ...
... thee , And mark my greeting well ; for what I speak My body shall make good upon this earth , Or my divine soul answer it in heaven . Thou art a traitor and a miscreant , Too good to be so and too bad to live , Since the more fair and ...
Strana 39
... thee so much strength As to take up mine honour's pawn , then stoop : By that and all the rites of knighthood else , Will I make good against thee , arm to arm , What I have spoke , or thou canst worst devise . Mow . I take it up ; and ...
... thee so much strength As to take up mine honour's pawn , then stoop : By that and all the rites of knighthood else , Will I make good against thee , arm to arm , What I have spoke , or thou canst worst devise . Mow . I take it up ; and ...
Strana 40
... thee allow . Mow . Then , Bolingbroke , as low as to thy heart , Through the false passage of thy throat , thou liest . Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais Disbursed I duly to his highness ' soldiers ; The other part reserved I ...
... thee allow . Mow . Then , Bolingbroke , as low as to thy heart , Through the false passage of thy throat , thou liest . Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais Disbursed I duly to his highness ' soldiers ; The other part reserved I ...
Strana 42
... thee no sharper spur ? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven vials of his sacred blood , Or seven fair branches springing from one root : Some of those seven are dried ...
... thee no sharper spur ? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons , whereof thyself art one , Were as seven vials of his sacred blood , Or seven fair branches springing from one root : Some of those seven are dried ...
Strana 43
... thee as go with me ! With her companion grief must end her life . Gaunt . Sister , farewell ; I must to Coventry : Farewell , old Gaunt : thy sometimes brother's wife Duch . Yet one word more : grief boundeth where it falls , Not with ...
... thee as go with me ! With her companion grief must end her life . Gaunt . Sister , farewell ; I must to Coventry : Farewell , old Gaunt : thy sometimes brother's wife Duch . Yet one word more : grief boundeth where it falls , Not with ...
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Abbott Aumerle Bagot banish'd banishment Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath Bushy Carlisle character common Coriolanus cousin crown death deposed doth dramatic Duch Duchess Duke Duke of Hereford Earl earth Edward Edward II Elizabethan England English Enter Exeunt Exton farewell fear gage Gaunt give Glossary Gloucester Gloucester's grief Hamlet hand hast hath heart heaven hence Henry Henry IV Henry VI Hereford Holinshed honour John of Gaunt Julius Cæsar Kellner King John King Richard king's Kreyssig Lancaster latter liege lord majesty Marlowe means metre Mowbray Mowbray's noble Norfolk Northumberland pardon pause Percy play Prince probably Prosody Quartos Queen rhyme Rich Richard II Romeo and Juliet Ross royal scene Scroop sense Shakespeare Shakespearian sorrow soul speak speech stresses sweet syllables thee thou thought tongue tragedy traitor treason uncle verb verse vowel vowel-like word York York's
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Strana 54 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Strana 53 - This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Strana 50 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? " Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic k summer's heat?
Strana 70 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
Strana 78 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My...
Strana 70 - Then thieves and robbers range abroad unseen, In murders, and in outrage, bloody here; But when, from under this terrestrial ball, He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines...
Strana 157 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Strana 93 - God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home ; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head, Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeled The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Strana 73 - Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Strana 53 - Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. He that no more must say is...