Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 22
... cause to prove my saying true . Lew . She , if thou teach me to believe this sorrow , K. Phil . thou this sorrow how to make me die , Will givebelief and life encounter so Brother ohe fury of two desperate men This wido the very meeting ...
... cause to prove my saying true . Lew . She , if thou teach me to believe this sorrow , K. Phil . thou this sorrow how to make me die , Will givebelief and life encounter so Brother ohe fury of two desperate men This wido the very meeting ...
Pagina 23
... faith itself to hollow falsehood change ! K. Phi . By heaven , lady , you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day : [ Rising . Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty ? Const 23 Death of King John [ Act III , Sc . i.
... faith itself to hollow falsehood change ! K. Phi . By heaven , lady , you shall have no cause To curse the fair proceedings of this day : [ Rising . Have I not pawn'd to you my majesty ? Const 23 Death of King John [ Act III , Sc . i.
Pagina 30
... To say what good respect I have of thee . Hub . I am much bounden to your majesty . K. John . Good friend , thou hast no cause to say so yet , But thou shalt have ; and creep time ne'er so 30 Act III , Sc . iii ] The Life and.
... To say what good respect I have of thee . Hub . I am much bounden to your majesty . K. John . Good friend , thou hast no cause to say so yet , But thou shalt have ; and creep time ne'er so 30 Act III , Sc . iii ] The Life and.
Pagina 32
... cause , Doth want example : who hath read or heard Of any kindred action like to this ? K. Phi . Well could I bear that England had this praise So we could find some pattern of our shame . Enter Constance . Look , who comes here ! a ...
... cause , Doth want example : who hath read or heard Of any kindred action like to this ? K. Phi . Well could I bear that England had this praise So we could find some pattern of our shame . Enter Constance . Look , who comes here ! a ...
Pagina 44
... cause To wish him dead , but thou hadst none to kill him . Hub . None had , my lord ! why , did you not provoke me ? K. John . It is the curse of kings to be attended By slaves that take their humours for a warrant To break within the ...
... cause To wish him dead , but thou hadst none to kill him . Hub . None had , my lord ! why , did you not provoke me ? K. John . It is the curse of kings to be attended By slaves that take their humours for a warrant To break within the ...
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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.