Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 6
... Exit Gurney . Madam , I was not old sir Robert's son : Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good - Friday and ne'er broke his fast : Sir Robert could do well : marry , to confess , Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it ...
... Exit Gurney . Madam , I was not old sir Robert's son : Sir Robert might have eat his part in me Upon Good - Friday and ne'er broke his fast : Sir Robert could do well : marry , to confess , Could he get me ? Sir Robert could not do it ...
Pagina 30
... Exit Bastard . K. John . Eli . Come hither , little kinsman ; hark , a word . K. John . Come hither , Hubert . O my gentle Hubert , We owe thee much ! within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts thee her creditor , And with ...
... Exit Bastard . K. John . Eli . Come hither , little kinsman ; hark , a word . K. John . Come hither , Hubert . O my gentle Hubert , We owe thee much ! within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts thee her creditor , And with ...
Pagina 34
... Exit Exit Lew . As heartily as he is glad he hath 34 Act III , Sc . iv ] The Life and.
... Exit Exit Lew . As heartily as he is glad he hath 34 Act III , Sc . iv ] The Life and.
Pagina 43
... Exit Hubert with Peter . O my gentle cousin , Hear'st thou the news abroad , who are arrived ? Bast . The French , my lord ; men's mouths are full of it : Besides , I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisbury , With eyes as red as new ...
... Exit Hubert with Peter . O my gentle cousin , Hear'st thou the news abroad , who are arrived ? Bast . The French , my lord ; men's mouths are full of it : Besides , I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisbury , With eyes as red as new ...
Pagina 44
... Exit . Old men and beldams in the streets Do prophesy upon it dangerously : Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths : And when they talk of him , they shake their heads And whisper one another in the ear ; And he that speaks doth ...
... Exit . Old men and beldams in the streets Do prophesy upon it dangerously : Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths : And when they talk of him , they shake their heads And whisper one another in the ear ; And he that speaks doth ...
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Alarum arms art thou Bardolph Bast bear blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Clar Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight France friends gentle give Glou Gloucester grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry honour house of Lancaster Jack Cade Kath Lady liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam majesty master Murd ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pist Poins poor pray Prince Prince of Wales queen Reignier Rich Richard SCENE shame Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thyself tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick weep wilt words York
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Pagina 829 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate ; The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou...
Pagina 60 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — 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.
Pagina 821 - Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Pagina 832 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him: Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you ; you pattern of all those.