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Pagina 15
... head in the church ? Base slut ! this fruit bear thy com- plaints . Wife . O ! heaven knows That my complaints were praises and best words Of you and your estate . Only , my friends Knew of your mortgag'd lands , and were possess'd Of ...
... head in the church ? Base slut ! this fruit bear thy com- plaints . Wife . O ! heaven knows That my complaints were praises and best words Of you and your estate . Only , my friends Knew of your mortgag'd lands , and were possess'd Of ...
Pagina 19
... is now my brother's gaoler , my wife ' s sighing , my three boys ' penury , and mine own confusion ! Why sit my hairs upon my cursed head ? [ Tearing his hair . Will not this poison scatter them ? O ! my SC . IV . ] 19 A Yorkshire Tragedy .
... is now my brother's gaoler , my wife ' s sighing , my three boys ' penury , and mine own confusion ! Why sit my hairs upon my cursed head ? [ Tearing his hair . Will not this poison scatter them ? O ! my SC . IV . ] 19 A Yorkshire Tragedy .
Pagina 21
... head is broke ? Hus . Bleed , bleed ! [ Stabbing him . Rather than beg : be not thy name's disgrace : Spurn thou thy fortunes first ; if they be base . Come , view thy second brother's . Fates , my children's blood Shall spin into your ...
... head is broke ? Hus . Bleed , bleed ! [ Stabbing him . Rather than beg : be not thy name's disgrace : Spurn thou thy fortunes first ; if they be base . Come , view thy second brother's . Fates , my children's blood Shall spin into your ...
Pagina 28
... head . Knight . O ! in a cooler blood you will repent it . Hus . I repent now that one is left unkill'd , My brat at nurse : I would full fain have wean'd him.9 Knight . Well , I do not think but in to - morrow's judgment The terror ...
... head . Knight . O ! in a cooler blood you will repent it . Hus . I repent now that one is left unkill'd , My brat at nurse : I would full fain have wean'd him.9 Knight . Well , I do not think but in to - morrow's judgment The terror ...
Pagina 46
... head , and holding the bleeding child at his arm's length , that the blood might not sprinkle his cloaths which had stained his heart and honour , he so carried it into a near chamber , where his wife lay asleep on a bed , and the maid ...
... head , and holding the bleeding child at his arm's length , that the blood might not sprinkle his cloaths which had stained his heart and honour , he so carried it into a near chamber , where his wife lay asleep on a bed , and the maid ...
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Adonis Amadine bear beauty beauty's behold bleeding blood breast breath Bremo canst Caverley cheeks Collatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth England's Helicon Enter Exeunt Exit face fair false father fear flower foul gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven honour husband kill king king of Aragon KING OF VALENCIA kiss leave lips live look lord love's Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece lust master mistress Mouse Mucedorus ne'er never night old copies Passionate Pilgrim pity pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth Segasto Sextus Tarquinius Shakespeare shame shepherd sight sirrah sonnet sorrow soul sweet Tarquin tears tell thee thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thought thyself Time's tongue Tremelio true unto weep wife words worth wound YORKSHIRE TRAGEDY youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 202 - When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Pagina 175 - 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?
Pagina 16 - d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Pagina 145 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face...
Pagina 163 - As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave...
Pagina 184 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Pagina 228 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Pagina 155 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Pagina 156 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Pagina 128 - Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity ? Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.