Shakespeare's History of King Henry the Sixth ...Harper & brothers, 1882 |
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... eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth , Let's choose executors and talk of wills ; And yet not so , for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands , our lives and all are Bolingbroke's , And nothing can ...
... eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth , Let's choose executors and talk of wills ; And yet not so , for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands , our lives and all are Bolingbroke's , And nothing can ...
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... eyes shall never close . This is the palace of the fearful king , And this the regal seat : possess it , York ; For this is thine , and not King Henry's heirs ' . York . Assist me , then , sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have ...
... eyes shall never close . This is the palace of the fearful king , And this the regal seat : possess it , York ; For this is thine , and not King Henry's heirs ' . York . Assist me , then , sweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have ...
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... eyes ? —I'll open them . Rutland . So looks the pent - up lion o'er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws ; And so he walks , insulting o'er his prey , And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.— Ah , gentle Clifford , kill ...
... eyes ? —I'll open them . Rutland . So looks the pent - up lion o'er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws ; And so he walks , insulting o'er his prey , And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.— Ah , gentle Clifford , kill ...
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... eyes to heaven , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? -what ! multitudes , and fear ? Clifford . So cowards fight when they can fly no further ; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; So desperate ...
... eyes to heaven , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? -what ! multitudes , and fear ? Clifford . So cowards fight when they can fly no further ; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; So desperate ...
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... eyes can water for his death , I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal . Alas , poor York ! but that I hate thee deadly , I should lament thy miserable state . I prithee , grieve to make me merry , York ; Stamp , rave , and fret ...
... eyes can water for his death , I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal . Alas , poor York ! but that I hate thee deadly , I should lament thy miserable state . I prithee , grieve to make me merry , York ; Stamp , rave , and fret ...
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2d folio Alarum Alban's arms battle of St bear blood blows brother Capell reads castle Clarence Coll conjecture courage crown death doth Duke of York Earl of Warwick edition England Enter KING EDWARD Exeter Exeunt eyes fear fight France friends gentle give Gloster hand Hanmer reads hath head hear heart heaven heir Henry VI Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Johnson Keeper King Henry King Lewis king's Lady Bona Lady Grey Lancaster London Lord Clifford Malone March Messenger Middleham Castle Montague ne'er Norfolk Northumberland oath old play Oxford pity Plantagenet poet Prince Queen Margaret remarks rest revenge Rich Richard Richard III Rutland Sandal Castle SCENE Shakespeare Shakspere shalt slain soldiers Somerset speak stand stay Steevens sweet tears tell thee Theo thine thou art thou hast thy father unto wilt words ΙΟ
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Page 154 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king ; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
Page 126 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother ; And this word love...
Page 61 - Ah, what a life were this ! How sweet ! How lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes, it doth; a thousand fold it doth.
Page 61 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 165 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 79 - I smile, And cry, Content, to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 61 - 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...
Page 14 - God's name, let it go: I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My...
Page 115 - I that ? my mangled body shows, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows, That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept ; Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
Page 124 - The bird that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush...