Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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Sivu 36
... thee next . [ Exit . Som . Have with thee , Pole : farewel , ambitious Richard . [ Exit . Plan . How I am brav'd , and muft perforce endure it ! War This blot that they object against your house , Shall be wip'd out in the next ...
... thee next . [ Exit . Som . Have with thee , Pole : farewel , ambitious Richard . [ Exit . Plan . How I am brav'd , and muft perforce endure it ! War This blot that they object against your house , Shall be wip'd out in the next ...
Sivu 48
... thee with thine own , And make thee curfe the harveft of that corn . Dau . Your Grace must starve perhaps before that time . Bed . Oh , let not words but deeds revenge this treason ! Pucel . What will you do , good grey - beard ? break ...
... thee with thine own , And make thee curfe the harveft of that corn . Dau . Your Grace must starve perhaps before that time . Bed . Oh , let not words but deeds revenge this treason ! Pucel . What will you do , good grey - beard ? break ...
Sivu 49
... thee to taunt his valiant age , And twit with cowardife a man half dead ? Damfel , I'll have a bout with you again , Or elfe let Talbot perish with his shame . Pucel . Are you fo hot ? yet , Pucelle , hold thy peace ; If Talbot do but ...
... thee to taunt his valiant age , And twit with cowardife a man half dead ? Damfel , I'll have a bout with you again , Or elfe let Talbot perish with his shame . Pucel . Are you fo hot ? yet , Pucelle , hold thy peace ; If Talbot do but ...
Sivu 52
... thee famous through the world . Alan . We'll fet thy ftatue in fome holy place , And have thee reverenc'd like a bleffed Saint . Employ thee then , fweet virgin , for our good . Pucel . Then thus it must be , this doth Joan devife : By ...
... thee famous through the world . Alan . We'll fet thy ftatue in fome holy place , And have thee reverenc'd like a bleffed Saint . Employ thee then , fweet virgin , for our good . Pucel . Then thus it must be , this doth Joan devife : By ...
Sivu 53
... thee more than ftreams of common gore ; Return thee therefore with a flood of tears , And wash away thy country's ftained fpots . Burg . Either fhe hath bewitch'd me with her words , Or nature makes me fuddenly relent . Pucel . Befides ...
... thee more than ftreams of common gore ; Return thee therefore with a flood of tears , And wash away thy country's ftained fpots . Burg . Either fhe hath bewitch'd me with her words , Or nature makes me fuddenly relent . Pucel . Befides ...
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againſt Alarum Anne anſwer Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catesby Cham Clarence Clif Clifford crown curfe death doth Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf felves fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Jack Cade King Henry Lady Lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Protector Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt noble peace Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prefent Prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtate Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe
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Sivu 466 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Sivu 436 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Sivu 225 - O God, methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Sivu 225 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Sivu 281 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Sivu 240 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Sivu 468 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...