Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 2
... look to ' t . Farewell , Chatillon . [ Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke . Eli . What now , my son ! have 1 not ever said How that ambitious Constance would not cease Till she had kindled France and all the world , Upon the right and party ...
... look to ' t . Farewell , Chatillon . [ Exeunt Chatillon and Pembroke . Eli . What now , my son ! have 1 not ever said How that ambitious Constance would not cease Till she had kindled France and all the world , Upon the right and party ...
Pagina 10
... Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ; These eyes , these brows , were moulded out of his : This little abstract doth contain that large Which died in Geffrey , and the hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume ...
... Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ; These eyes , these brows , were moulded out of his : This little abstract doth contain that large Which died in Geffrey , and the hand of time Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume ...
Pagina 22
... look so sadly on my son ? K.What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum , Fike a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Te these sad signs confirmers of thy words ? Ishen speak again ; not ...
... look so sadly on my son ? K.What means that hand upon that breast of thine ? Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum , Fike a proud river peering o'er his bounds ? Te these sad signs confirmers of thy words ? Ishen speak again ; not ...
Pagina 26
... Look'st thou pale , France ? do not let go thy hand . Const . Look to that , devil ; lest that France repent , And by disjoining hands , hell lose a soul . Aust . King Philip , listen to the cardinal . Bast . And hang a calf's - skin on ...
... Look'st thou pale , France ? do not let go thy hand . Const . Look to that , devil ; lest that France repent , And by disjoining hands , hell lose a soul . Aust . King Philip , listen to the cardinal . Bast . And hang a calf's - skin on ...
Pagina 30
... look not sad : Thy grandam loves thee ; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was . Arth . O , this will make my mother die with grief ! K. John . [ To the Bastard ] Cousin , away for England ! haste And , ere our coming ...
... look not sad : Thy grandam loves thee ; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was . Arth . O , this will make my mother die with grief ! K. John . [ To the Bastard ] Cousin , away for England ! haste And , ere our coming ...
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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.