Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV., part IJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... Gaunt , Duke of Lancaster ; Uncles to the King . Henry , surnamed Bolingbroke , Duke of Hereford , Son to John of Gaunt ; afterwards King Henry IV . Duke of Aumerle , ' Son to the Duke of York , Mowbray , Duke of Norfolk . Duke of ...
... Gaunt , Duke of Lancaster ; Uncles to the King . Henry , surnamed Bolingbroke , Duke of Hereford , Son to John of Gaunt ; afterwards King Henry IV . Duke of Aumerle , ' Son to the Duke of York , Mowbray , Duke of Norfolk . Duke of ...
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... GAUNT , and other Nobles , with him . K. Rich . Old John of Gaunt , time - honour'd Lancaster , Hast thou , according to thy oath and band , ' Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; Here to make good the boisterous late appeal ...
... GAUNT , and other Nobles , with him . K. Rich . Old John of Gaunt , time - honour'd Lancaster , Hast thou , according to thy oath and band , ' Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; Here to make good the boisterous late appeal ...
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... Gaunt . To be a make - peace shall become my age : - Throw down , my son , the duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his . Gaunt . When , Harry ? when ? Obedience bids , I should not bid again . K. Rich . Norfolk ...
... Gaunt . To be a make - peace shall become my age : - Throw down , my son , the duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his . Gaunt . When , Harry ? when ? Obedience bids , I should not bid again . K. Rich . Norfolk ...
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... GAUNT . K. Rich . We were not born to sue , but to com- mand : Which since we cannot do to make you friends , Be ready , as your lives shall answer it , At Coventry , upon Saint Lambert's day ; There shall your swords and lances ...
... GAUNT . K. Rich . We were not born to sue , but to com- mand : Which since we cannot do to make you friends , Be ready , as your lives shall answer it , At Coventry , upon Saint Lambert's day ; There shall your swords and lances ...
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... GAUNT , and Duchess of Gloster.3 Gaunt . Alas ! the part I had in Gloster's blood Doth more solicit me , than your exclaims , To stir against the butchers of his life . But since correction lieth in those hands , Which made the fault ...
... GAUNT , and Duchess of Gloster.3 Gaunt . Alas ! the part I had in Gloster's blood Doth more solicit me , than your exclaims , To stir against the butchers of his life . But since correction lieth in those hands , Which made the fault ...
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath castle cousin crown death devil doth Dromio Duch duke duke of Hereford Earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France friends Gaunt gentle give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry honour horse Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John King Richard Lady land liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty means murder never night noble Northumberland peace Percy play Poins pray prince prince of Wales Queen Rich Rosse SCENE Scotland Shakspeare shame sleep soul speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle villain wife Witch word York
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Страница 157 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Страница 106 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Страница 120 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Страница 511 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Страница 359 - Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Страница 101 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...
Страница 149 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Страница 511 - 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 that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Страница 259 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must. Will you put out mine eyes ? These eyes that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you ? Hub.
Страница 298 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.