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... Duch . Why droops my lord , like over - ripen'd corn , Hanging the head at Ceres ' plenteous load ? Why doth the great duke Humphrey knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fix'd to the sullen earth ...
... Duch . Why droops my lord , like over - ripen'd corn , Hanging the head at Ceres ' plenteous load ? Why doth the great duke Humphrey knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fix'd to the sullen earth ...
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... Duch . Tut , this was nothing but an argument , That he that breaks a stick of Gloster's grove Shall lose his head for his presumption . But list to me , my Humphrey , my sweet duke : Methought , I sat in seat of majesty , In the ...
... Duch . Tut , this was nothing but an argument , That he that breaks a stick of Gloster's grove Shall lose his head for his presumption . But list to me , my Humphrey , my sweet duke : Methought , I sat in seat of majesty , In the ...
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... Duch . What say'st thou ? majesty ! I am but grace . Hume . But , by the grace of God , and Hume's advice , Your grace's title shall be multiplied . Duch . What say'st thou , man ? hast thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jourdain , the ...
... Duch . What say'st thou ? majesty ! I am but grace . Hume . But , by the grace of God , and Hume's advice , Your grace's title shall be multiplied . Duch . What say'st thou , man ? hast thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jourdain , the ...
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... Duch . It is enough : I'll think upon the ques- tions : When from Saint Albans we do make return , We'll see these things effected to the full . Here , Hume , take this reward ; make merry , man , With thy confederates in this weighty ...
... Duch . It is enough : I'll think upon the ques- tions : When from Saint Albans we do make return , We'll see these things effected to the full . Here , Hume , take this reward ; make merry , man , With thy confederates in this weighty ...
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... ; was it you ? Duch . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French- woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd set my ten commandments in your face . K. Hen . Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' 240 ACT I. K. HENRY VI.-Pt. II .
... ; was it you ? Duch . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French- woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd set my ten commandments in your face . K. Hen . Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' 240 ACT I. K. HENRY VI.-Pt. II .
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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.