Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 3
... once he slander'd me with bastardy : But whether I be as true begot or no , That still I lay upon my mother's head ; But that I am as well begot , my liege , — Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me ! — Compare our faces and be ...
... once he slander'd me with bastardy : But whether I be as true begot or no , That still I lay upon my mother's head ; But that I am as well begot , my liege , — Fair fall the bones that took the pains for me ! — Compare our faces and be ...
Pagina 39
... once again we sit , once again crown'd , And look'd upon , I hope , with cheerful eyes . Pem . This ' once again , ' but that your highness pleased , Was once superfluous : you were crown'd before , And that high royalty was ne'er pluck ...
... once again we sit , once again crown'd , And look'd upon , I hope , with cheerful eyes . Pem . This ' once again , ' but that your highness pleased , Was once superfluous : you were crown'd before , And that high royalty was ne'er pluck ...
Pagina 46
... Once more to - day well met , distemper'd lords ! The king by me requests your presence straight . Sal . The king hath dispossess'd himself of us : We will not line his thin bestained cloak With our pure honours , nor attend the foot ...
... Once more to - day well met , distemper'd lords ! The king by me requests your presence straight . Sal . The king hath dispossess'd himself of us : We will not line his thin bestained cloak With our pure honours , nor attend the foot ...
Pagina 56
... 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 field . Enter Melun ...
... 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 field . Enter Melun ...
Pagina 64
... Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat ; And wish , so please my sovereign , ere I move , What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove Mow . Let not my cold words here accuse ...
... Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat ; And wish , so please my sovereign , ere I move , What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove Mow . Let not my cold words here accuse ...
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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.