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... Suffolk . Lord Talbot , afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury : John Talbot , his son . Edmund Mortimer , Earl of March . Mortimer's Keeper , and a Lawyer . Sir John Fastolfe . Sir William Lucy . Sir William Glansdale . Sir Thomas Gargrave ...
... Suffolk . Lord Talbot , afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury : John Talbot , his son . Edmund Mortimer , Earl of March . Mortimer's Keeper , and a Lawyer . Sir John Fastolfe . Sir William Lucy . Sir William Glansdale . Sir Thomas Gargrave ...
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... Suffolk , and Warwick ; Richard Plantagenet , Vernon , and another Law yer . Plan . Great lords , and gentlemen , what means this silence ? Dare no man answer in a case of truth ? Suf . Within the Temple - hall we were too loud ; The ...
... Suffolk , and Warwick ; Richard Plantagenet , Vernon , and another Law yer . Plan . Great lords , and gentlemen , what means this silence ? Dare no man answer in a case of truth ? Suf . Within the Temple - hall we were too loud ; The ...
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... Suffolk ; the Bishop of Winches- ter , Richard Plantagenet , and Others . Glo'ster offers to put up a bill ; Winchester snatches it , and tears it . Win . Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines , With written pamphlets studiously ...
... Suffolk ; the Bishop of Winches- ter , Richard Plantagenet , and Others . Glo'ster offers to put up a bill ; Winchester snatches it , and tears it . Win . Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines , With written pamphlets studiously ...
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... Suffolk , leading in lady Margaret . Suf . Be what thou wilt , thou art my prisoner . [ Gazes on her . O fairest beauty , do not fear , nor fly ; For I will touch thee but with reverent hands , And lay them gently on thy tender side . I ...
... Suffolk , leading in lady Margaret . Suf . Be what thou wilt , thou art my prisoner . [ Gazes on her . O fairest beauty , do not fear , nor fly ; For I will touch thee but with reverent hands , And lay them gently on thy tender side . I ...
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... Suffolk am I call'd . Be not offended , nature's miracle , Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me : So doth the swan her downy cygnets save , Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings . Yet , if this servile usage once offend , Go , and ...
... Suffolk am I call'd . Be not offended , nature's miracle , Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me : So doth the swan her downy cygnets save , Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings . Yet , if this servile usage once offend , Go , and ...
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Page 2 - 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 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...
Page 142 - 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 used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Page 45 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Page 102 - 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 1 - HUNG be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky; And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, That have consented unto Henry's death!
Page 45 - 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...
Page 1 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Page 32 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea...
Page 33 - What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and, in those holes Where eyes .did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the...