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... wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him and follow me ? I am a soldier and now bound to France . Bast . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance . Your face hath got five hundred pound a year , Yet sell your ...
... wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him and follow me ? I am a soldier and now bound to France . Bast . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance . Your face hath got five hundred pound a year , Yet sell your ...
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... and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave awhile ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Bast . 231 Philip ! sparrow : James , There's toys abroad : anon I'll tell thee more . 12 [ ACT I. KING JOHN .
... and so art thou . Bast . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave awhile ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Bast . 231 Philip ! sparrow : James , There's toys abroad : anon I'll tell thee more . 12 [ ACT I. KING JOHN .
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... Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms ? K. John . My life as soon : I do defy thee , France . Arthur of Bretagne , yield thee to my hand ; And out of my dear love I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win ...
... Wilt thou resign them and lay down thy arms ? K. John . My life as soon : I do defy thee , France . Arthur of Bretagne , yield thee to my hand ; And out of my dear love I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win ...
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... wilt thou do , renowned Faulconbridge ? Second a villain and a murderer ? Hub . Lord Bigot , I am none . Big . Who kill'd this prince ? Hub . " Tis not an hour since I left him well : I honour'd him , I loved him , and will weep My date ...
... wilt thou do , renowned Faulconbridge ? Second a villain and a murderer ? Hub . Lord Bigot , I am none . Big . Who kill'd this prince ? Hub . " Tis not an hour since I left him well : I honour'd him , I loved him , and will weep My date ...
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... wilt : and if thou please , Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets . Hub . Unkind remembrance ! thou and eyeless night Have done me shame : brave soldier , pardon me , That any accent breaking from ...
... wilt : and if thou please , Thou mayst befriend me so much as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets . Hub . Unkind remembrance ! thou and eyeless night Have done me shame : brave soldier , pardon me , That any accent breaking from ...
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Alençon arms art thou Bardolph Bast bear blood Boling brother Buck Buckingham Cade Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus cousin Cres crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight France friends gentle give Glou Gloucester grace hand hath head hear heart heaven Hector Henry honour Kath king lady liege live look lord Lord Hastings madam majesty Marcius ne'er never noble Northumberland Pandarus Patroclus peace Pist Poins pray Prince queen Re-enter Reignier Rich Richard Rome SCENE shame Sir John soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor Troilus Ulyss uncle unto Warwick wilt words York
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Seite 289 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Seite 524 - 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, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Seite 238 - With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Seite 332 - O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Seite 750 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Seite 749 - Sans check, to good and bad : But when the planets In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Seite 709 - 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 Vain pomp and glory of this world.
Seite 653 - Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Seite 749 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string And hark! what discord follows; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy...