Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 200
... WARWICK . EARL OF WESTMORELAND EARL OF SURREY . GOWER . HARCOURT . BLUNT . his sons . Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench . A Servant of the Chief - Justice . EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND . SCROOP , Archbishop of York . LORD MOWBRAY . LORD ...
... WARWICK . EARL OF WESTMORELAND EARL OF SURREY . GOWER . HARCOURT . BLUNT . his sons . Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench . A Servant of the Chief - Justice . EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND . SCROOP , Archbishop of York . LORD MOWBRAY . LORD ...
Pagina 231
... Warwick ; But , ere they come , bid them o'er - read these letters , And well consider of them : make good speed . [ Exit Page . How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep , O gentle sleep , Nature's soft ...
... Warwick ; But , ere they come , bid them o'er - read these letters , And well consider of them : make good speed . [ Exit Page . How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep , O gentle sleep , Nature's soft ...
Pagina 232
... Warwick and Surrey . War . Many good morrows to your majesty ! King . Is it good morrow , lords ? War . ' Tis one o ' clock , and past . King . Why , then , good morrow to you all , my lords . Have you read o'er the letters that I sent ...
... Warwick and Surrey . War . Many good morrows to your majesty ! King . Is it good morrow , lords ? War . ' Tis one o ' clock , and past . King . Why , then , good morrow to you all , my lords . Have you read o'er the letters that I sent ...
Pagina 233
... Warwick . When Richard , with his eye brimful of tears , Then check'd and rated by Northumberland Did speak these words , now proved a prophecy ? ' Northumberland , thou ladder by the which My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne ...
... Warwick . When Richard , with his eye brimful of tears , Then check'd and rated by Northumberland Did speak these words , now proved a prophecy ? ' Northumberland , thou ladder by the which My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne ...
Pagina 252
... Warwick , and others . King . Now , lords , if God doth give successful end To this debate that bleedeth at our doors , We will our youth lead on to higher fields And draw no swords but what are sanctified . Our navy is address'd , our ...
... Warwick , and others . King . Now , lords , if God doth give successful end To this debate that bleedeth at our doors , We will our youth lead on to higher fields And draw no swords but what are sanctified . Our navy is address'd , our ...
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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.