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... And treacherously hast thou vanquislı'd him , For , hand to hand , he would
have vanquish'd thee !. Now my soul's palace is become a prison : Ah , would
she break from hence ! that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest
: For ...
... And treacherously hast thou vanquislı'd him , For , hand to hand , he would
have vanquish'd thee !. Now my soul's palace is become a prison : Ah , would
she break from hence ! that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest
: For ...
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When this is known , then to divide the time : So many hours must I tend my flock ;
So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate ; So many
hours must I sport myself ; So many days my ewes have been with young ...
When this is known , then to divide the time : So many hours must I tend my flock ;
So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate ; So many
hours must I sport myself ; So many days my ewes have been with young ...
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WARWICK , and the Rest , cry all Warwick ! Warwick ! and set upon the Guard ;
who fly , crying - Arm ! Arm ! WARWICK , and the Rest , following them . The Drum
beating , and Trumpets sounding . Enter WARWICK , SOMERSET , and the Rest
...
WARWICK , and the Rest , cry all Warwick ! Warwick ! and set upon the Guard ;
who fly , crying - Arm ! Arm ! WARWICK , and the Rest , following them . The Drum
beating , and Trumpets sounding . Enter WARWICK , SOMERSET , and the Rest
...
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Sweet rest his soul ! Fly , lords , and save yourselves ; for Warwick bids You all
farewel , to meet in heaven . [ Dies . Oxf . Away , away , to meet the queen's great
power ! [ They bear away his Body , and Exeunt . SCENE III . Another Part of the ...
Sweet rest his soul ! Fly , lords , and save yourselves ; for Warwick bids You all
farewel , to meet in heaven . [ Dies . Oxf . Away , away , to meet the queen's great
power ! [ They bear away his Body , and Exeunt . SCENE III . Another Part of the ...
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... And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope ; 410 To wit - an undigest
deformed lump , Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree . Teeth hadst thou in thy
head , when thou wast born , To signify -- thou cam'st to bite the world : And , if
the rest ...
... And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope ; 410 To wit - an undigest
deformed lump , Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree . Teeth hadst thou in thy
head , when thou wast born , To signify -- thou cam'st to bite the world : And , if
the rest ...
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Anne arms battle bear better blood brother Buck Buckingham called Catesby Clar Clarence Clifford comes crown daughter dead death doth doubt duke Dutch earl Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear field fight folio France friends gentle George give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand Hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry Holinshed hope horse hour JOHNSON kind king king Henry lady Lancaster land leave live look lord March Margaret means mind mother Murd never night noble once peace play poor prince quartos Queen rest Rich Richard Richmond royal SCENE Shakspere soldiers soul speak stand stay STEEVENS sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Tower true unto Warwick wrong York young
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Seite 8 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Seite 147 - ... hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree, All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Seite 8 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, . Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 38 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
Seite 55 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? 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 56 - 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.
Seite 148 - By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
Seite 39 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 133 - 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!