Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 7
... fight , Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand . He that perforce robs lions of their hearts May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say thou didst not ...
... fight , Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand . He that perforce robs lions of their hearts May easily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say thou didst not ...
Pagina 9
... fight ; therefore prepare . [ Drum beats . K. Phi . How much unlook'd for is this expedition ! Aust . By how much unexpected , by so much We must awake endeavour for defence ; For courage mounteth with occasion : Let them be welcome ...
... fight ; therefore prepare . [ Drum beats . K. Phi . How much unlook'd for is this expedition ! Aust . By how much unexpected , by so much We must awake endeavour for defence ; For courage mounteth with occasion : Let them be welcome ...
Pagina 39
... fight , Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on . All things that you should use to do me wrong Deny their office : only you do lack That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends , Creatures of note for mercy - lacking uses . Hub ...
... fight , Snatch at his master that doth tarre him on . All things that you should use to do me wrong Deny their office : only you do lack That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends , Creatures of note for mercy - lacking uses . Hub ...
Pagina 56
... fight coldly , and retire themselves . K. John . Ay me ! this tyrant fever burns me up , And will not let me welcome this good news . Set on toward Swinstead : to my litter straight ; Weakness possesseth me , and I am faint . SCENE IV ...
... fight coldly , and retire themselves . K. John . Ay me ! this tyrant fever burns me up , And will not let me welcome this good news . Set on toward Swinstead : to my litter straight ; Weakness possesseth me , and I am faint . SCENE IV ...
Pagina 65
... fight ! K. Rich . What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge ? It must be great that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him . Boling . Look , what I speak , my life shall prove it true ; That Mowbray hath received eight ...
... fight ! K. Rich . What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge ? It must be great that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him . Boling . Look , what I speak , my life shall prove it true ; That Mowbray hath received eight ...
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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.