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Alarum Alencon arms art thou bear blood brave brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade canst cardinal Charles Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin death doth Duch duke Humphrey duke of Burgundy duke of Gloster duke of York earl enemies England Enter messenger Exeunt Exit farewell fear fight foes France French friends give Glos grace gracious Grey hand hath head hear heart heaven hence Henry's honor house of Lancaster house of York Iden Jack Cade John King Edward lady leave live lord lord protector madam majesty Mortimer ne'er never noble peace Plantagenet prince protector Pucelle queen Margaret Reignier revenge Richard Richard Plantagenet Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor uncle unto valiant Warwick wilt words
Seite 326 - 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...
Seite 411 - 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,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Seite 242 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Seite 350 - 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.
Seite 211 - What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted? * Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; * And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, * Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Seite 20 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Seite 219 - I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him. He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them. Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright, Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul. Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.