HistoriesR. L. Friderichs, 1864 |
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Sivu vi
... thou hast to say ? Robert . I haue no more , nor neede I greater proofe . K. John . First , where thou saidst in ab- sence of thy Sire That see the teares distilling from mine eies , And scalding sighes blowne from a rented heart : For ...
... thou hast to say ? Robert . I haue no more , nor neede I greater proofe . K. John . First , where thou saidst in ab- sence of thy Sire That see the teares distilling from mine eies , And scalding sighes blowne from a rented heart : For ...
Sivu vii
... thou carried ? How are thy thoughts ywrapt in Honors heauen ? Forgetfull what thou art , and whence thou camst · Mother . Please it your Maiesty , Sir Ro- Thy Fathers land cannot maintain these thoughts , These thoughts are farre ...
... thou carried ? How are thy thoughts ywrapt in Honors heauen ? Forgetfull what thou art , and whence thou camst · Mother . Please it your Maiesty , Sir Ro- Thy Fathers land cannot maintain these thoughts , These thoughts are farre ...
Sivu viii
... thou shalt be Ruler of my Realme , And toward the maine charges of my warres , Ile ceaze the lasie Abbey lubbers lands Into my hands to pay my men of warre . The Pope and Popelings shall not grease themselues With gold and groates ...
... thou shalt be Ruler of my Realme , And toward the maine charges of my warres , Ile ceaze the lasie Abbey lubbers lands Into my hands to pay my men of warre . The Pope and Popelings shall not grease themselues With gold and groates ...
Sivu ix
... thou know'st from whence thou art extraught , Or if thou knew'st what suites , what threats , what feares , To moue by loue , or massacre by death , To yeeld with loue , or end by loues contempt The mightinesse of him that courted me ...
... thou know'st from whence thou art extraught , Or if thou knew'st what suites , what threats , what feares , To moue by loue , or massacre by death , To yeeld with loue , or end by loues contempt The mightinesse of him that courted me ...
Sivu x
... thou wrongst my youth with words of feare , Hub . My masters , I have shewed you what warrant I haue for this ... thou can , How long the King will haue me tarrie heere . Hub . I know not Prince , but as I gesse , not long . Reade ore my ...
... thou wrongst my youth with words of feare , Hub . My masters , I have shewed you what warrant I haue for this ... thou can , How long the King will haue me tarrie heere . Hub . I know not Prince , but as I gesse , not long . Reade ore my ...
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Sivu 63 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Sivu 100 - Tis not due yet: I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Sivu 68 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you? and, Where lies your grief...
Sivu 94 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Sivu 30 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Sivu 23 - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness. Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wondered at By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
Sivu 24 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend to make offence a skill, Redeeming time when men think least I will.
Sivu 72 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.