Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 5
... give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Bast . Philip , my liege , so is my name begun ; Philip , good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son . K. John . From henceforth bear his name whose form thou Kneel thou down Philip , but ...
... give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Bast . Philip , my liege , so is my name begun ; Philip , good old sir Robert's wife's eldest son . K. John . From henceforth bear his name whose form thou Kneel thou down Philip , but ...
Pagina 8
... give him welcome hither . Arth . God shall forgive you Coeur - de - lion's death The rather that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : I give you welcome with a powerless hand , But with a heart ...
... give him welcome hither . Arth . God shall forgive you Coeur - de - lion's death The rather that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war : I give you welcome with a powerless hand , But with a heart ...
Pagina 11
... Give grandam kingdom , and it grandam will Give it a plum , a cherry , and a fig : There's a good grandam . Arth . Good my mother , peace I would that I were low laid in my grave : I am not worth this coil that ' s made for me . Eli ...
... Give grandam kingdom , and it grandam will Give it a plum , a cherry , and a fig : There's a good grandam . Arth . Good my mother , peace I would that I were low laid in my grave : I am not worth this coil that ' s made for me . Eli ...
Pagina 18
... give you entrance : but without this match , The sea enraged is not half so deaf , Lions more confident , mountains and rocks More free from motion , no , not Death himself In mortal fury half so peremptory , As we to keep this city ...
... give you entrance : but without this match , The sea enraged is not half so deaf , Lions more confident , mountains and rocks More free from motion , no , not Death himself In mortal fury half so peremptory , As we to keep this city ...
Pagina 20
... give her sadness very little cure . Brother of England , how may we content This widow lady ? In her right we came ; Which we , God knows , have turn'd another way , To our own vantage . K. John . We will heal up all ; For we'll create ...
... give her sadness very little cure . Brother of England , how may we content This widow lady ? In her right we came ; Which we , God knows , have turn'd another way , To our own vantage . K. John . We will heal up all ; For we'll create ...
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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.