Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 8
... Stay for an answer to your embassy , Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood : My Lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace which here we urge in war , And then we shall repent each drop of blood That hot rash ...
... Stay for an answer to your embassy , Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood : My Lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace which here we urge in war , And then we shall repent each drop of blood That hot rash ...
Pagina 18
... stay That shakes the rotten carcase of old Death Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth , indeed , That spits forth death and mountains , rocks and seas , Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy - dogs ...
... stay That shakes the rotten carcase of old Death Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth , indeed , That spits forth death and mountains , rocks and seas , Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy - dogs ...
Pagina 30
... stay behind So strongly guarded . [ To Arthur ] Cousin , 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 ] ...
... stay behind So strongly guarded . [ To Arthur ] Cousin , 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 ] ...
Pagina 41
... . It is apparent foul - play ; and ' tis shame That greatness should so grossly offer it : So thrive it in your game ! and so , farewell . Pem . Stay yet , Lord Salisbury ; I'll go 4T Death of King John [ Act IV , Sc . ii.
... . It is apparent foul - play ; and ' tis shame That greatness should so grossly offer it : So thrive it in your game ! and so , farewell . Pem . Stay yet , Lord Salisbury ; I'll go 4T Death of King John [ Act IV , Sc . ii.
Pagina 42
William Shakespeare. Pem . Stay yet , Lord Salisbury ; I'll go with thee , And find the inheritance of this poor child , His little kingdom of a forced grave . [ Exeunt Lords . That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle , Three ...
William Shakespeare. Pem . Stay yet , Lord Salisbury ; I'll go with thee , And find the inheritance of this poor child , His little kingdom of a forced grave . [ Exeunt Lords . That blood which owed the breadth of all this isle , Three ...
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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.