Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 2
... hear . Enter a Sheriff . Essex . My liege , here is the strangest controversy Come from the country to be judged by you , That e'er I heard : shall I produce the men ? K. John . Let them approach . Our abbeys and our priories shall pay ...
... hear . Enter a Sheriff . Essex . My liege , here is the strangest controversy Come from the country to be judged by you , That e'er I heard : shall I produce the men ? K. John . Let them approach . Our abbeys and our priories shall pay ...
Pagina 12
... hear them speak Whose title they admit , Arthur's or John's . Trumpet sounds . Enter certain Citizens upon the walls . First Cit . Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls ? K. Phi . ' Tis France , for England . K. John . England ...
... hear them speak Whose title they admit , Arthur's or John's . Trumpet sounds . Enter certain Citizens upon the walls . First Cit . Who is it that hath warn'd us to the walls ? K. Phi . ' Tis France , for England . K. John . England ...
Pagina 17
... hear me , mighty kings . K. John . Speak on with favour ; we are bent to hear . First Cit . That daughter there of Spain , the Lady Blanch , Is niece to England : look upon the years Of Lewis the Dauphin and that lovely maid : If lusty ...
... hear me , mighty kings . K. John . Speak on with favour ; we are bent to hear . First Cit . That daughter there of Spain , the Lady Blanch , Is niece to England : look upon the years Of Lewis the Dauphin and that lovely maid : If lusty ...
Pagina 24
... Hear me , O , hear me ! Aust . Lady Constance , peace ! Const . War ! war ! no peace ! peace is to me a war . O Lymoges ! O Austria ! thou dost shame That bloody spoil : thou slave , thou wretch , thou coward ! Thou little valiant ...
... Hear me , O , hear me ! Aust . Lady Constance , peace ! Const . War ! war ! no peace ! peace is to me a war . O Lymoges ! O Austria ! thou dost shame That bloody spoil : thou slave , thou wretch , thou coward ! Thou little valiant ...
Pagina 28
... hear me ! ay , alack , how new Is husband in my mouth ! even for that name , Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce , Upon my knee I beg , go not to arms Against mine uncle . Const . O , upon my knee , Made hard with ...
... hear me ! ay , alack , how new Is husband in my mouth ! even for that name , Which till this time my tongue did ne'er pronounce , Upon my knee I beg , go not to arms Against mine uncle . Const . O , upon my knee , Made hard with ...
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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.