The roses; or King Henry the sixth; an historical tragedy. Represented at Reading school, compiled principally from Shakespeare [by R. Valpy]. |
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... child , That trembled under thy devouring grasp ? His shade now hovers o'er thy cursed head , As a dread fury to torment thy soul ' Now shall this sword revenge th ' inhuman deed , Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall ! Clifford ...
... child , That trembled under thy devouring grasp ? His shade now hovers o'er thy cursed head , As a dread fury to torment thy soul ' Now shall this sword revenge th ' inhuman deed , Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall ! Clifford ...
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... our pilot still . Is't meet , that he Should leave the helm , and like a fearful child With tearful eyes add water to the sea ; And leave the ship to split upon a rock , 1 Which industry and courage might have sav'd ? Say , A TRAGEDY . 47.
... our pilot still . Is't meet , that he Should leave the helm , and like a fearful child With tearful eyes add water to the sea ; And leave the ship to split upon a rock , 1 Which industry and courage might have sav'd ? Say , A TRAGEDY . 47.
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... children of so high a courage ! And warriors faint ! O ' twere eternal shame . O brave young Edward ! thy illustrious grandsire Is yet alive in thee ! Long may'st thou live , To bear his image , and renew his glories ! 48 THE ROSES ,
... children of so high a courage ! And warriors faint ! O ' twere eternal shame . O brave young Edward ! thy illustrious grandsire Is yet alive in thee ! Long may'st thou live , To bear his image , and renew his glories ! 48 THE ROSES ,
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... d boy ? take that . Richard . Nay then , take this . Clarence . Margaret , [ throws his gauntlet at him . [ stabs him . And this . [ stabs him . O God - my child ! [ swoons . Edward . Ah , Richard , Clarence , you have A TRAGEDY . 51.
... d boy ? take that . Richard . Nay then , take this . Clarence . Margaret , [ throws his gauntlet at him . [ stabs him . And this . [ stabs him . O God - my child ! [ swoons . Edward . Ah , Richard , Clarence , you have A TRAGEDY . 51.
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... children - butchers , if you had , The thought of them would sure have stirr'd remorse ! O God ! in mercy take me to my Edward ; Unite once more the mother and the son ! Sure heav'n has not an angel like my child ! my sweet murder'd child ...
... children - butchers , if you had , The thought of them would sure have stirr'd remorse ! O God ! in mercy take me to my Edward ; Unite once more the mother and the son ! Sure heav'n has not an angel like my child ! my sweet murder'd child ...
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The Roses– Or, King Henry the Sixth. An Historical Tragedy. Represented at ... Richard Valpy Visos knygos peržiūra - 1810 |
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arms basilisk battle blood brave breast brother brow Clarence Clifford crown death deeds Duke of Clarence Duke of York e'en Earl of Warwick earth EDWARD Plantagenet Enter a MESSENGER Enter EDWARD Enter KING HENRY Enter RICHARD Enter WARWICK ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faint father fear field fight flow'r force fortune France friends giv'n Glocester glory grief guard hadst thou head heart Heav'n hence honor hope house of York Humphrey join'd kill'd King of England Lady Grey land Latin Lord Lord Hastings Margaret mourning ne'er never noble o'er Oxford peace pity pow'r Prince Edward PRINCE OF WALES proud Queen rais'd READING SCHOOL rest revenge robb'd royal Rutland SCENE SECOND EDITION.-Price Second Sentinel Sinklo slain smile soldiers Somerset sorrow soul sweet sword tears tell thee thou hast thousand thro throne tow'r valiant valor weep woes wounds
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54 psl. - All murder'd : 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...
54 psl. - 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.
54 psl. - For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings : How some have been depos'd; some slain in war...
29 psl. - Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ; And cry Content to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
49 psl. - What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
22 psl. - O God ! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea : and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips...
57 psl. - 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!
29 psl. - I smile ; And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall ; I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk ; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could, And, like a Sinon, take another Troy : I can add colours to the cameleon ; Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages, And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school.
28 psl. - Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb : And, for I should not deal in her soft laws, She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub...