Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagina's |
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Pagina 5
... better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a lady . ' Good den , sir Richard ! ' — ' God - a - mercy , fellow I'— And if his name be George , I'll call him Peter ; For new - made honour ...
... better than I was ; But many a many foot of land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a lady . ' Good den , sir Richard ! ' — ' God - a - mercy , fellow I'— And if his name be George , I'll call him Peter ; For new - made honour ...
Pagina 18
... better than a fist of France : Zounds ! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad . Eli . Son , list to this conjunction , make this match ; Give with our niece a dowry large enough : For by this ...
... better than a fist of France : Zounds ! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad . Eli . Son , list to this conjunction , make this match ; Give with our niece a dowry large enough : For by this ...
Pagina 28
... better act of purposes mistook Is to mistake again ; though indirect . Yet indirection thereby grows direct , And ... better conquest never canst thou make Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts Against these giddy loose suggestions ...
... better act of purposes mistook Is to mistake again ; though indirect . Yet indirection thereby grows direct , And ... better conquest never canst thou make Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts Against these giddy loose suggestions ...
Pagina 30
... better time . By heaven , Hubert , I am almost ashamed To say what good respect I have of thee . Hub . I am much bounden to your majesty . K. John . Good friend , thou hast no cause to say so yet , But thou shalt have ; and creep time ...
... better time . By heaven , Hubert , I am almost ashamed To say what good respect I have of thee . Hub . I am much bounden to your majesty . K. John . Good friend , thou hast no cause to say so yet , But thou shalt have ; and creep time ...
Pagina 34
... better comfort than you I will not keep this form upon my head , When there is such disorder in my wit . O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ! My life , my joy , my food , my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrows ...
... better comfort than you I will not keep this form upon my head , When there is such disorder in my wit . O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ! My life , my joy , my food , my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrows ...
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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
Populaire passages
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.