Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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But marriage is a matter of more worth , Than to be dealt in by attorneyship : Not
whom we will , but whom his Grace affects , Must be companion of his nuptial bed
. And therefore , Lords , since he affects her most , It most of all these reasons ...
But marriage is a matter of more worth , Than to be dealt in by attorneyship : Not
whom we will , but whom his Grace affects , Must be companion of his nuptial bed
. And therefore , Lords , since he affects her most , It most of all these reasons ...
Page 225
... how they run : How many ' ' make the hour full compleat , How many hours
bring about the day , How many days will finish up How many years a mortal man
may live . When this is known , then to divide the times : So many hours must I
tend ...
... how they run : How many ' ' make the hour full compleat , How many hours
bring about the day , How many days will finish up How many years a mortal man
may live . When this is known , then to divide the times : So many hours must I
tend ...
Page 257
These news I must confess are full of grief : Yet , gracious Madam , bear it as you
may ; Warwick may lose , that now hath won the day . Queen . ' Till then fair hope
must hinder life's decay . And I the rather wean me from despair , For love of ...
These news I must confess are full of grief : Yet , gracious Madam , bear it as you
may ; Warwick may lose , that now hath won the day . Queen . ' Till then fair hope
must hinder life's decay . And I the rather wean me from despair , For love of ...
Page 271
Why ask I that ? my mangled body shews , My blood , my want of strength , my
fick heart shews , That I must yield my body to the earth , And by my fall , the
conquest to my foe . Thus yields the Cedar , to the ax's edge , Whose arms gave
shelter ...
Why ask I that ? my mangled body shews , My blood , my want of strength , my
fick heart shews , That I must yield my body to the earth , And by my fall , the
conquest to my foe . Thus yields the Cedar , to the ax's edge , Whose arms gave
shelter ...
Page 301
Cannot a plain man live and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be
abus'd By silken , ny , insinuating jacks ? Gray . To whom in all this presence
speaks your Grace ? Glo . To thee , that hast nor honesty nor grace : When have I
...
Cannot a plain man live and think no harm , But thus his simple truth must be
abus'd By silken , ny , insinuating jacks ? Gray . To whom in all this presence
speaks your Grace ? Glo . To thee , that hast nor honesty nor grace : When have I
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Page 466 - 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.
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