Shakespeare's Historical Plays, Poems & SonnetsDent, 1924 - 887 pagina's |
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Pagina 3
... fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my mother's honour and my land ! K. John . A good blunt fellow . Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land . But once ...
... fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my mother's honour and my land ! K. John . A good blunt fellow . Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land . But once ...
Pagina 18
William Shakespeare. Left to be finished by such as she ; And she a fair divided excellence , Whose fulness of perfection lies in him . O , two such silver currents , when they join , Do glorify the banks that bound them in ; And two ...
William Shakespeare. Left to be finished by such as she ; And she a fair divided excellence , Whose fulness of perfection lies in him . O , two such silver currents , when they join , Do glorify the banks that bound them in ; And two ...
Pagina 23
... fair respect of sovereignty , And made his majesty the bawd to theirs . France is a bawd to Fortune and King John , That strumpet Fortune , that usurping John ! Tell me , thou fellow , is not France forsworn ? Envenom him with words ...
... fair respect of sovereignty , And made his majesty the bawd to theirs . France is a bawd to Fortune and King John , That strumpet Fortune , that usurping John ! Tell me , thou fellow , is not France forsworn ? Envenom him with words ...
Pagina 29
... fair return of banish'd majesty ! Eli . O foul revolt of French inconstancy ! K. John . France , thou shalt rue this hour within this hour . Bast . Old Time the clock - setter , that bald sexton Time , Is it as he will ? well then ...
... fair return of banish'd majesty ! Eli . O foul revolt of French inconstancy ! K. John . France , thou shalt rue this hour within this hour . Bast . Old Time the clock - setter , that bald sexton Time , Is it as he will ? well then ...
Pagina 30
... fair safety ; so , I kiss your hand . Eli . Farewell , gentle cousin . Coz , farewell . [ before : [ Exit Bastard . K. John . Eli . Come hither , little kinsman ; hark , a word . K. John . Come hither , Hubert . O my gentle Hubert , We ...
... fair safety ; so , I kiss your hand . Eli . Farewell , gentle cousin . Coz , farewell . [ before : [ Exit Bastard . K. John . Eli . Come hither , little kinsman ; hark , a word . K. John . Come hither , Hubert . O my gentle Hubert , We ...
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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.