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... spring of youth , and fresh in beauty . The king that sits upon the throne is young , And yet unmarried , forward in attempts On any least occasion , to endanger His person ; wherefore , Kate , as I am confident Thou dar'st not wrong ...
... spring of youth , and fresh in beauty . The king that sits upon the throne is young , And yet unmarried , forward in attempts On any least occasion , to endanger His person ; wherefore , Kate , as I am confident Thou dar'st not wrong ...
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... spring of youth , and fresh in beauty . The king that sits upon the throne is young , And yet unmarried , forward in attempts On any least occasion , to endanger His person ; wherefore , Kate , as I am confident Thou dar'st not wrong ...
... spring of youth , and fresh in beauty . The king that sits upon the throne is young , And yet unmarried , forward in attempts On any least occasion , to endanger His person ; wherefore , Kate , as I am confident Thou dar'st not wrong ...
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... protestations , Frost - bitten in the spring of fruitless hopes . Jane . I wait but as the shadow to the body , For , madam , without you let me be nothing . War . None talk of sadness , we are on 100 ACT IV . PERKIN WARBECK .
... protestations , Frost - bitten in the spring of fruitless hopes . Jane . I wait but as the shadow to the body , For , madam , without you let me be nothing . War . None talk of sadness , we are on 100 ACT IV . PERKIN WARBECK .
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... tender really My sister a lov'd wife t ' ye ; freely take her , Right honest man , and as you live together , May your increase of years prove but one spring , One lasting flourishing youth ! she is your own ; 220 ACT IV . THE FANCIES ,
... tender really My sister a lov'd wife t ' ye ; freely take her , Right honest man , and as you live together , May your increase of years prove but one spring , One lasting flourishing youth ! she is your own ; 220 ACT IV . THE FANCIES ,
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... spring Is past , the BowER OF FANCIES is quite wither'd , And offer'd like a lottery to be drawn ; I dare not venture for a blank , excuse me .-- Exquisite jewels ! Liv . Hark ye , Troylo . Troy . Spare me . Oct. You then renounce all ...
... spring Is past , the BowER OF FANCIES is quite wither'd , And offer'd like a lottery to be drawn ; I dare not venture for a blank , excuse me .-- Exquisite jewels ! Liv . Hark ye , Troylo . Troy . Spare me . Oct. You then renounce all ...
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Page 424 - Cause I am poor, deform'd, and ignorant, And like a bow buckled and bent together By some more strong in mischiefs than myself; Must I for that be made a common sink For all the filth and rubbish of men's tongues To fall and run into ? Some call me Witch, And being ignorant, of myself, they go About to teach me how to be one : urging That my bad tongue (by their bad usage made so) Forespeaks their cattle, doth bewitch their corn, Themselves, their servants, and their babes at nurse : This they enforce...
Page 100 - We'll lead them on courageously ; I read A triumph over tyranny upon Their several foreheads. Faint not in the moment Of victory ! our ends, and Warwick's head, Innocent Warwick's head, (for we are prologue But to his tragedy) conclude the wonder Of Henry's fears ;7 and then the glorious race Of fourteen kings, Plantagenets, determines In this last issue male...
Page 492 - ... powder-mine beneath the world, Up would I blow it all, to find out thee, Though I lay ruin'd in it. Not yet come ! I must then fall to my old prayer : Sanctibicetur nomen tuum.
Page 80 - Gordon was left by her husband, whom in all fortunes she entirely loved ; adding the virtues of a wife to the virtues of her sex.
Page 424 - Saw. Gather a few rotten sticks to warm me. Banks. Down with them when I bid thee, quickly ; I'll make thy bones rattle in thy skin else.
Page 65 - That flowed so liberally. Two empires firmly You're lord of, — Scotland and Duke Richard's heart : My claim to mine inheritance shall sooner Fail than my life to serve you, best of kings ; And, witness Edward's blood in me ! I am More loth to part with such a great example Of virtue than all other mere respects.
Page 428 - I am shunn'd And hated like a sickness; made a scorn To all degrees and sexes. I have heard old beldams Talk of familiars in the shape of mice, Rats, ferrets, weasels, and I wot not what, That have appear'd, and suck'd, some say, their blood; But by what means they came acquainted with them, I am now ignorant.
Page 424 - ... than myself, Must I for that be made a common sink, For all the filth and rubbish of men's tongues To fall and run into ? Some call me Witch, And being ignorant of myself, they go About to teach me how to be one ; urging, That my bad tongue (by their bad usage made so) Forespeaks their cattle,* doth bewitch their corn, Themselves, their servants, and their babes at nurse. This they enforce upon me ; and in part Make me to credit it; and here comes one Of my chief adversaries.
Page 476 - I'll have it now. Sate. I am dried up With cursing and with madness; and have yet No blood to moisten these sweet lips of thine. Stand on thy hind-legs up — kiss me, my Tommy, And rub away some wrinkles on my brow, By making my old ribs to shrug for joy Of thy fine tricks.
Page 439 - In you, sir. Awake, you seem to dream, and in your sleep You utter sudden and distracted accents, Like one at enmity with peace.