Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagini |
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Pagina 6
... Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth : Which , though I will not practise to deceive , Yet , to avoid deceit , I mean to learn ; For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising . But who comes in such haste in riding - robes ...
... Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth : Which , though I will not practise to deceive , Yet , to avoid deceit , I mean to learn ; For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising . But who comes in such haste in riding - robes ...
Pagina 41
... sweet child's death . K. John . We cannot hold mortality's strong hand : Good lords , although my will to give is living , The suit which you demand is gone and dead : He tells us Arthur is deceased to - night . Sal . Indeed we fear'd ...
... sweet child's death . K. John . We cannot hold mortality's strong hand : Good lords , although my will to give is living , The suit which you demand is gone and dead : He tells us Arthur is deceased to - night . Sal . Indeed we fear'd ...
Pagina 76
... sweet soil , adieu ; My mother , and my nurse , that bears me yet ! Where'er I wander , boast of this I can , Though banish'd , yet a trueborn Englishman . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV The court . Enter the King , with 76 Act I , Sc . iii ] The ...
... sweet soil , adieu ; My mother , and my nurse , that bears me yet ! Where'er I wander , boast of this I can , Though banish'd , yet a trueborn Englishman . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV The court . Enter the King , with 76 Act I , Sc . iii ] The ...
Pagina 85
... sweet a guest As my sweet Richard : yet again , methinks , Some unborn sorrow , ripe in fortune's womb , Is coming towards me , and my inward soul With nothing trembles : at some thing it grieves , More than with parting from my lord ...
... sweet a guest As my sweet Richard : yet again , methinks , Some unborn sorrow , ripe in fortune's womb , Is coming towards me , and my inward soul With nothing trembles : at some thing it grieves , More than with parting from my lord ...
Pagina 98
William Shakespeare. Scroop . Sweet love , I see , changing his property , Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate : Again uncurse their souls ; their peace is made With heads , and not with hands : those whom you curse Have felt the ...
William Shakespeare. Scroop . Sweet love , I see , changing his property , Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate : Again uncurse their souls ; their peace is made With heads , and not with hands : those whom you curse Have felt the ...
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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.