Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 27
... friends . Pand . All form is formless , order orderless , Save what is opposite to England's love . Therefore to arms ! be champion of our church , Or let the church , our mother , breathe her curse , A mother's curse , on her revolting ...
... friends . Pand . All form is formless , order orderless , Save what is opposite to England's love . Therefore to arms ! be champion of our church , Or let the church , our mother , breathe her curse , A mother's curse , on her revolting ...
Pagina 33
... friends Do glue themselves in sociable grief , Like true , inseparable , faithful loves , Sticking together in calamity . Const . To England , if you will . K. Phi . Bind up your hairs . Const . Yes , that I will ; and wherefore will I ...
... friends Do glue themselves in sociable grief , Like true , inseparable , faithful loves , Sticking together in calamity . Const . To England , if you will . K. Phi . Bind up your hairs . Const . Yes , that I will ; and wherefore will I ...
Pagina 52
... friends , That we , the sons and children of this isle , Were born to see so sad an hour as this ; Wherein we step after a stranger , march Upon her gentle bosom , and fill up Her enemies ' ranks , -I must withdraw and weep Upon the ...
... friends , That we , the sons and children of this isle , Were born to see so sad an hour as this ; Wherein we step after a stranger , march Upon her gentle bosom , and fill up Her enemies ' ranks , -I must withdraw and weep Upon the ...
Pagina 56
... friends . Pem . Up once again ; put spirit in the French : If they miscarry , we miscarry too . Sal . That misbegotten devil , Faulconbridge , In spite of spite , alone upholds the day . Pem . They say King John sore sick hath left the ...
... friends . Pem . Up once again ; put spirit in the French : If they miscarry , we miscarry too . Sal . That misbegotten devil , Faulconbridge , In spite of spite , alone upholds the day . Pem . They say King John sore sick hath left the ...
Pagina 58
... friends ! that intends old right . [ Exeunt , leading off Melun . SCENE V The French camp . Enter Lewis and his ... friend . Who art thou ? Hub . Of the part of England . Bast . Whither dost thou go ? Hub . What's 58 Act V , Sc . v , vi ...
... friends ! that intends old right . [ Exeunt , leading off Melun . SCENE V The French camp . Enter Lewis and his ... friend . Who art thou ? Hub . Of the part of England . Bast . Whither dost thou go ? Hub . What's 58 Act V , Sc . v , vi ...
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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.