Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 5
... you ' - that is question now ; And then comes answer like an Absey book : ' O sir , ' says answer , ' at your best command ; At your employment : at your service , sir : ' No , sir , ' says question , ' 5 Death of King John [ Act I , Sc .
... you ' - that is question now ; And then comes answer like an Absey book : ' O sir , ' says answer , ' at your best command ; At your employment : at your service , sir : ' No , sir , ' says question , ' 5 Death of King John [ Act I , Sc .
Pagina 6
... comes in such haste in riding - robes ? What woman - post is this ? hath she no husband That will take pains to blow a horn before her ? Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney . O me ! it is my mother , How now , good lady ? What ...
... comes in such haste in riding - robes ? What woman - post is this ? hath she no husband That will take pains to blow a horn before her ? Enter Lady Faulconbridge and James Gurney . O me ! it is my mother , How now , good lady ? What ...
Pagina 32
... comes here ! a grave unto a soul ; Holding the eternal spirit , against her will , In the vile prison of afflicted breath . I prithee , lady , go away with me . Const . Lo , now ! now see the issue of your peace . K. Phi . Patience ...
... comes here ! a grave unto a soul ; Holding the eternal spirit , against her will , In the vile prison of afflicted breath . I prithee , lady , go away with me . Const . Lo , now ! now see the issue of your peace . K. Phi . Patience ...
Pagina 42
... comes that they are all arrived . K. John . O , where hath our intelligence been drunk ? Where hath it slept ? Where is my mother's care , That such an army could be drawn in France , And she not hear of it ? Mess . My liege , her ear ...
... comes that they are all arrived . K. John . O , where hath our intelligence been drunk ? Where hath it slept ? Where is my mother's care , That such an army could be drawn in France , And she not hear of it ? Mess . My liege , her ear ...
Pagina 55
... comes near his nest . And you degenerate , you ingrate revolts , You bloody Neroes , ripping up the womb Of your dear mother England , blush for shame ; For your own ladies and pale - visaged maids Like Amazons come tripping after drums ...
... comes near his nest . And you degenerate , you ingrate revolts , You bloody Neroes , ripping up the womb Of your dear mother England , blush for shame ; For your own ladies and pale - visaged maids Like Amazons come tripping after drums ...
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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.