The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 3±ÇLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... look up to him . Salisbury , cheer thy spirit with this comfort ; Thou shalt not die , whiles- He beckons with his hand , and smiles on me ; As who should say , When I am dead and gone , Remember to avenge me on the French.- Plantagenet ...
... look up to him . Salisbury , cheer thy spirit with this comfort ; Thou shalt not die , whiles- He beckons with his hand , and smiles on me ; As who should say , When I am dead and gone , Remember to avenge me on the French.- Plantagenet ...
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... look no better to that weighty charge . Alen . Had all your quarters been as safely kept , As that whereof I had the government , We had not been thus shamefully surpriz'd . Bast . Mine was secure . Reig . And so was mine , my lord ...
... look no better to that weighty charge . Alen . Had all your quarters been as safely kept , As that whereof I had the government , We had not been thus shamefully surpriz'd . Bast . Mine was secure . Reig . And so was mine , my lord ...
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... look with fear , as witnessing The truth on our side . Som . No , Plantagenet , ' Tis not for fear ; but anger , -that thy cheeks Blush for pure shame , to counterfeit our roses ; And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error . Plan ...
... look with fear , as witnessing The truth on our side . Som . No , Plantagenet , ' Tis not for fear ; but anger , -that thy cheeks Blush for pure shame , to counterfeit our roses ; And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error . Plan ...
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... Look to it well ; and say you are well warn'd . Som . Ay , thou shalt find us ready for thee still : And know us , by these colours , for thy foes ; For these my friends , in spite of thee , shall wear . Plan . And , by my soul , this ...
... Look to it well ; and say you are well warn'd . Som . Ay , thou shalt find us ready for thee still : And know us , by these colours , for thy foes ; For these my friends , in spite of thee , shall wear . Plan . And , by my soul , this ...
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... look you still so stern , and tragical ? Glo . Here , Winchester , I offer thee my hand . K. Hen . Fye , uncle Beaufort ! I have heard you preach , That malice was a great and grievous sin : And will not you maintain the thing you teach ...
... look you still so stern , and tragical ? Glo . Here , Winchester , I offer thee my hand . K. Hen . Fye , uncle Beaufort ! I have heard you preach , That malice was a great and grievous sin : And will not you maintain the thing you teach ...
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Alarum ALENÇON arms art thou bear blood brave brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade canst cardinal Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth Duch duke Humphrey duke of Burgundy duke of York earl enemies England Enter King HENRY Exeunt Exit farewell fear fight foes France French friends give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand hath head hear heart heaven hence Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Iden Jack Cade lady Lancaster leave lord lord protector madam majesty Mess methinks Montague ne'er never noble peace Plantagenet prince protector PUCELLE Queen MARGARET Reig Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor uncle unto valiant Warwick wilt words
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337 ÆäÀÌÁö - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ! Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
191 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 Cheapside shall my palfry go to grass.