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Page 418
... Clif . What fay ye , countrymen ? will ye relent , And yield to mercy , whilst ' tis offer'd you ; Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? Who loves the king , and will embrace his pardon , Fling up his cap , and fay - God fave his ...
... Clif . What fay ye , countrymen ? will ye relent , And yield to mercy , whilst ' tis offer'd you ; Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ? Who loves the king , and will embrace his pardon , Fling up his cap , and fay - God fave his ...
Page 420
... Clif . He's fled , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; And humbly thus with halters on their necks Expect your highnefs ' doom , of life , or death . I was made a king at nine months old . ] So all the histori ans agree . And yet in ...
... Clif . He's fled , my lord , and all his powers do yield ; And humbly thus with halters on their necks Expect your highnefs ' doom , of life , or death . I was made a king at nine months old . ] So all the histori ans agree . And yet in ...
Page 432
... Clif . Health and all happiness to my lord the king ! [ Kneels . York . We thank thee , Clifford : Say , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright us with an angry look : We are thy fovereign , Clifford , kneel again ; For thy mistaking ...
... Clif . Health and all happiness to my lord the king ! [ Kneels . York . We thank thee , Clifford : Say , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright us with an angry look : We are thy fovereign , Clifford , kneel again ; For thy mistaking ...
Page 433
... Clif . Are thefe thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears to death , 6 And nianacle the bear - ward in their chains , If ... Clif . Hence , heap of wrath foul indigefted lump , As crooked in thy manners as thy fhape ! York . Nay , we fhall heat ...
... Clif . Are thefe thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears to death , 6 And nianacle the bear - ward in their chains , If ... Clif . Hence , heap of wrath foul indigefted lump , As crooked in thy manners as thy fhape ! York . Nay , we fhall heat ...
Page 434
... Clif . The firft I warrant thee , if dreams prove true . War . You were beft go to bed , and dream again , To keep thee from the tempeft of the field . Old Clif . I am refolv'd to bear a greater ftorm , Than any thou canst conjure up to ...
... Clif . The firft I warrant thee , if dreams prove true . War . You were beft go to bed , and dream again , To keep thee from the tempeft of the field . Old Clif . I am refolv'd to bear a greater ftorm , Than any thou canst conjure up to ...
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Afide againſt Alarum anſwer art thou becauſe blood brother Cade Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Elean England Enter king Exeunt Exit expreffion fafe faid fame father fcene feems fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fight firſt flain foldiers folio fome foul fovereign fpeak fpeech France French ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Glofter grace Harfleur hath heart himſelf Holinfhed honour houſe Jack Cade JOHNSON king Henry lord lord protector mafter majefty MALONE moft muft muſt myſelf night paffage Pift play pleaſe prefent prifoner prince Pucel quarto quarto reads queen reafon reft Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Saliſbury SCENE Shakspeare ſhall Somerfet ſpeak ſtand STEEVENS Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand ufed unto uſed WARBURTON Warwick whofe word
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Page 489 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? 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...
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Page 571 - 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.
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Page 107 - From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Page 26 - Obedience : for so work the honey bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom : They have a king, and officers of sorts ; 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...