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... thee seated in that throne Which now the house of Lancaster usurps , I vow by heaven , these 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 ...
... thee seated in that throne Which now the house of Lancaster usurps , I vow by heaven , these 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 ...
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... thee . K. Hen . Be patient , gentle queen , and I will stay . Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes ? Ah , wretched man ! would I had died a maid , And never seen thee , never borne thee son , Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural ...
... thee . K. Hen . Be patient , gentle queen , and I will stay . Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes ? Ah , wretched man ! would I had died a maid , And never seen thee , never borne thee son , Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural ...
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... thee speak . Ah , timorous wretch ! Thou hast undone thyself , thy son , and me ; And given unto the house of York ... thee : -Come , son , let's away : Our army's ready ; come , we'll after them . K. Hen . Stay , gentle Margaret ...
... thee speak . Ah , timorous wretch ! Thou hast undone thyself , thy son , and me ; And given unto the house of York ... thee : -Come , son , let's away : Our army's ready ; come , we'll after them . K. Hen . Stay , gentle Margaret ...
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... thee I pray ; Sweet Clifford , pity me ! Cliff . Such pity as my rapier's point affords . Rut . I never did thee harm ; Why wilt thou slay me ? Cliff . Thy father hath . Rut . But ' twas ere I was born . Thou hast one son , for his sake ...
... thee I pray ; Sweet Clifford , pity me ! Cliff . Such pity as my rapier's point affords . Rut . I never did thee harm ; Why wilt thou slay me ? Cliff . Thy father hath . Rut . But ' twas ere I was born . Thou hast one son , for his sake ...
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... thee faint and fly ere this . Cliff . I will not bandy with thee word for word ; But buckle with thee blows , twice two for one . [ Draws . Q. Mar. Hold , valiant Clifford ! for a thousand causes , I would prolong awhile the ...
... thee faint and fly ere this . Cliff . I will not bandy with thee word for word ; But buckle with thee blows , twice two for one . [ Draws . Q. Mar. Hold , valiant Clifford ! for a thousand causes , I would prolong awhile the ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clifford Cres Cressid crown death Diomed dost doth Duch duke duke of York Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Flav fool fortune friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Henry honour house of Lancaster i'the Kath king lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings lord Timon lordship Lucullus madam Menelaus Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pity Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard SCENE Serv Servant soul speak Surry sweet sword tell thee Ther There's Thersites thine thou art thou hast thyself Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Warwick York
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Page 17 - 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...
Page 33 - 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.
Page 56 - O'errun and trampled on : then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours ; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Page 63 - 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, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 7 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Page 16 - Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, 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...
Page 73 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 59 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 101 - My conscience 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 us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 28 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Which once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.