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... heart , That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd As pure as sin with baptism . Cant . Then hear me , gracious sovereign ; and you peers , That owe yourselves , your lives , and services , To this imperial throne . - There is no ...
... heart , That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd As pure as sin with baptism . Cant . Then hear me , gracious sovereign ; and you peers , That owe yourselves , your lives , and services , To this imperial throne . - There is no ...
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... heart , What mightst thou do , that honour would thee do , Were all thy children kind and natural ! But see thy fault ! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms , which he fills With treacherous crowns ; and three corrupted ...
... heart , What mightst thou do , that honour would thee do , Were all thy children kind and natural ! But see thy fault ! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms , which he fills With treacherous crowns ; and three corrupted ...
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... heart ! he is so shaken of a burning quotidian tertian , that it is most lamentable to behold . Sweet men , come to him . Nym . The king hath run bad humours on the knight , that's the even of it . Pist . Nym , thou hast spoke the right ...
... heart ! he is so shaken of a burning quotidian tertian , that it is most lamentable to behold . Sweet men , come to him . Nym . The king hath run bad humours on the knight , that's the even of it . Pist . Nym , thou hast spoke the right ...
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... heart - grief and uneasiness Under the sweet shade of your government . Grey . True enemies those that were your father's Have steep'd their galls in honey ; and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal . K. Hen . We ...
... heart - grief and uneasiness Under the sweet shade of your government . Grey . True enemies those that were your father's Have steep'd their galls in honey ; and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal . K. Hen . We ...
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... , honey - sweet husband , let me bring thee to Staines . Pist . No ; for my manly heart doth yearn . Bardolph , be blithe . - Nym , rouse thy vaunting veins ; Boy , bristle thy courage up ; for Falstaff he 30 ACT II . KING HENRY V.
... , honey - sweet husband , let me bring thee to Staines . Pist . No ; for my manly heart doth yearn . Bardolph , be blithe . - Nym , rouse thy vaunting veins ; Boy , bristle thy courage up ; for Falstaff he 30 ACT II . KING HENRY V.
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Alarum Anne arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse Dauphin dead death doth Duch duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Eliz enemies England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fight France French friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand Harfleur hath hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath king's lady liege live look lord LORD CHAMBERLAIN lord Hastings madam majesty Margaret Mess Murd ne'er never noble peace Pist Plantagenet pray prince queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick
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Page 332 - 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 120 - 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— Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace. Have no delight to pass away the time. Unless to see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity.
Page 314 - 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. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Page 335 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I...
Page 43 - 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, 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. When this is known, then to divide the times : So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate...
Page 336 - 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Page 335 - Mark but my fall and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 78 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 120 - 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 davs.
Page 113 - And so I was ; which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shaped 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 ; I am myself alone.