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... sword Which sways usurpingly these several titles , And put the same into young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew and right royal sovereign . K. John . What follows if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war ...
... sword Which sways usurpingly these several titles , And put the same into young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew and right royal sovereign . K. John . What follows if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war ...
Pagina 8
... swords In such a just and charitable war . K. Phi . Well then , to work : our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town . Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To cull the plots of best advantages : We'll lay ...
... swords In such a just and charitable war . K. Phi . Well then , to work : our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town . Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To cull the plots of best advantages : We'll lay ...
Pagina 48
... sword . Bast . Your sword is bright , sir ; put it up again . Sal . Not till I sheathe it in a murderer's skin . Hub . Stand back , Lord Salisbury , stand back , I say ; By heaven , I think my sword's as sharp as yours : I would not ...
... sword . Bast . Your sword is bright , sir ; put it up again . Sal . Not till I sheathe it in a murderer's skin . Hub . Stand back , Lord Salisbury , stand back , I say ; By heaven , I think my sword's as sharp as yours : I would not ...
Pagina 64
... sword may prove Mow . Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal : ' Tis not the trial of a woman's war , The bitter clamour of two eager tongues , Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain ; The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this ...
... sword may prove Mow . Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal : ' Tis not the trial of a woman's war , The bitter clamour of two eager tongues , Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain ; The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this ...
Pagina 65
... sword I swear , Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder , I'll answer thee in any fair degree , Or chivalrous design of knightly trial : And when I mount , alive may I not light , If I be traitor or unjustly fight ! K. Rich ...
... sword I swear , Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder , I'll answer thee in any fair degree , Or chivalrous design of knightly trial : And when I mount , alive may I not light , If I be traitor or unjustly fight ! K. Rich ...
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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.