The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Հատոր 4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... Gaunt , Duke of Lancaster , the King . HENRY , surnamed BOLINGBROKE , Duke of Here- ford , Son to John of Gaunt ; afterwards King Henry IV . Duke of Aumerle , Son to the Duke of York . MOWBRAY , Duke of Norfolk . Duke of Surrey . Earl ...
... Gaunt , Duke of Lancaster , the King . HENRY , surnamed BOLINGBROKE , Duke of Here- ford , Son to John of Gaunt ; afterwards King Henry IV . Duke of Aumerle , Son to the Duke of York . MOWBRAY , Duke of Norfolk . Duke of Surrey . Earl ...
Էջ 77
... 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 , Which ...
... 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 , Which ...
Էջ 81
... 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 , and Duchess of Gloster . 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 . 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 ...
Էջ 83
... Gaunt ! his blood was thine ; that bed , that womb , That mettle , that self - mould , that fashion'd thee , Made him a man ; and though thou liv'st , and breath'st , Yet art thou slain in him : thou dost consent In some large measure ...
... Gaunt ! his blood was thine ; that bed , that womb , That mettle , that self - mould , that fashion'd thee , Made him a man ; and though thou liv'st , and breath'st , Yet art thou slain in him : thou dost consent In some large measure ...
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Էջ 90 - 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 summer's heat?
Էջ 117 - 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...
Էջ 224 - 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
Էջ 116 - Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes 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.
Էջ 190 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Էջ 41 - 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 ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.