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... CARDINAL PANDULPH , the Pope's legate . MELUN , a French lord . CHATILLON , ambassador from France to King John . QUEEN ELINOR , mother to King John . CONSTANCE , mother to Arthur . BLANCH of Spain , niece to King John . LADY ...
... CARDINAL PANDULPH , the Pope's legate . MELUN , a French lord . CHATILLON , ambassador from France to King John . QUEEN ELINOR , mother to King John . CONSTANCE , mother to Arthur . BLANCH of Spain , niece to King John . LADY ...
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... , King John , my holy errand is . I Pandulph , of fair Milan cardinal , And from Pope Innocent the legate here , Do in his name religiously demand Why thou against the church , our holy mother , 24 Act III , Sc . i ] The Life and.
... , King John , my holy errand is . I Pandulph , of fair Milan cardinal , And from Pope Innocent the legate here , Do in his name religiously demand Why thou against the church , our holy mother , 24 Act III , Sc . i ] The Life and.
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... cardinal , devise a name So slight , unworthy and ridiculous , To charge me to an answer , as the pope . Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England Add thus much more , that no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions ...
... cardinal , devise a name So slight , unworthy and ridiculous , To charge me to an answer , as the pope . Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England Add thus much more , that no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions ...
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... cardinal . Bast . And hang a calf's - skin on his recreant limbs . Aust . Well , ruffian , I must pocket up these wrongs , Because- Bast . Your breeches best may carry them . K. John . Philip , what say'st thou to the cardinal ? Const ...
... cardinal . Bast . And hang a calf's - skin on his recreant limbs . Aust . Well , ruffian , I must pocket up these wrongs , Because- Bast . Your breeches best may carry them . K. John . Philip , what say'st thou to the cardinal ? Const ...
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... cardinal ; For , being not mad but sensible of grief , My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliver'd of these woes , And teaches me to kill or hang myself : If I were mad , I should forget my son , Or madly think a babe of ...
... cardinal ; For , being not mad but sensible of grief , My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliver'd of these woes , And teaches me to kill or hang myself : If I were mad , I should forget my son , Or madly think a babe of ...
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Alarum arms art thou Bardolph Bast bear blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Clar Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight France friends gentle give Glou Gloucester grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry honour house of Lancaster Jack Cade Kath Lady liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam majesty master Murd ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pist Poins poor pray Prince Prince of Wales queen Reignier Rich Richard SCENE shame Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thyself tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick weep wilt words York
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Page 829 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate ; The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou...
Page 60 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 821 - Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Page 832 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him: Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you ; you pattern of all those.