Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagina's |
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Pagina 200
... LORD MOWBRAY . LORD HASTINGS . LORD BARDolph . PERSONÆ SIR JOHN COLEVILE . TRAVERS and MORTON , retainers of Northumberland . SIR JOHN FALstaff . His Page . BARDOLPH . PISTOL . POINS . PETO . SHALLOW , SILENCE , - country justices ...
... LORD MOWBRAY . LORD HASTINGS . LORD BARDolph . PERSONÆ SIR JOHN COLEVILE . TRAVERS and MORTON , retainers of Northumberland . SIR JOHN FALstaff . His Page . BARDOLPH . PISTOL . POINS . PETO . SHALLOW , SILENCE , - country justices ...
Pagina 211
... Lords Hastings , Mowbray , and Bardolph . Arch . Thus have you heard our cause and known our means ; And , my most noble friends , I pray you all , Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes : And first , lord marshal , what say you to it ...
... Lords Hastings , Mowbray , and Bardolph . Arch . Thus have you heard our cause and known our means ; And , my most noble friends , I pray you all , Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes : And first , lord marshal , what say you to it ...
Pagina 212
... Lord Hastings , standeth thus ; Whether our present five and twenty thousand May hold up head without Northumberland ? Hast . With him , we may . L. Bard . Yea , marry , there's the point : But if without him we be thought too feeble ...
... Lord Hastings , standeth thus ; Whether our present five and twenty thousand May hold up head without Northumberland ? Hast . With him , we may . L. Bard . Yea , marry , there's the point : But if without him we be thought too feeble ...
Pagina 240
... Lord , Lord , how subject we old men are to this vice of lying ! This same starved justice hath done nothing but ... Hastings , and others . Arch . What is this forest call'd ? Hast . ' Tis Gaultree Forest , an ' t shall please your grace , ...
... Lord , Lord , how subject we old men are to this vice of lying ! This same starved justice hath done nothing but ... Hastings , and others . Arch . What is this forest call'd ? Hast . ' Tis Gaultree Forest , an ' t shall please your grace , ...
Pagina 246
... lord archbishop ; And so to you , Lord Hastings , and to all . My Lord of York , it better show'd with you When that your flock , assembled by the bell , Encircled you to hear with reverence Your exposition on the holy text , Than now ...
... lord archbishop ; And so to you , Lord Hastings , and to all . My Lord of York , it better show'd with you When that your flock , assembled by the bell , Encircled you to hear with reverence Your exposition on the holy text , Than now ...
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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.