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Alarums blood brother Buck Buckingham Burgundy Cade canst cardinal Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown daughter death dost doth Duke of Burgundy Duke of York Earl Eliz enemy England Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit farewell father fear fight France friends Gent give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand hath hear heart heaven Henry's Hobs honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Jane Jane Shore John Kath King Edward lady live lord lord chamberlain lord protector madam majesty master Mayor Mess Murd ne'er never noble pardon peace PERKIN WARBECK pity Plantagenet pray prince QUEEN MARGARET Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET royal Salisbury SCENE shalt Shore soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet Talbot tell thank thee There's thine thou art thou hast traitor unto Urswick Warwick words
Seite 243 - 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 252 - 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 251 - 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.
Seite 447 - But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Seite 449 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Seite 447 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 447 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Seite 127 - 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 ; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...