The Dramatic Works of John Ford,: In Two Volumes, Volume 2 |
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... fear , a terror to conspiracy . The high - born Lincoln , son to De la Pole , The earl of Kildare , ( [ the ] lord Geraldine , ) Francis lord Lovell , and the German baron , Bold Martin Swart , with Broughton and the rest , ( Most ...
... fear , a terror to conspiracy . The high - born Lincoln , son to De la Pole , The earl of Kildare , ( [ the ] lord Geraldine , ) Francis lord Lovell , and the German baron , Bold Martin Swart , with Broughton and the rest , ( Most ...
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... fear , a terror to conspiracy . The high - born Lincoln , son to De la Pole , The earl of Kildare , ( [ the ] lord Geraldine , ) Francis lord Lovell , and the German baron , Bold Martin Swart , with Broughton and the rest , ( Most ...
... fear , a terror to conspiracy . The high - born Lincoln , son to De la Pole , The earl of Kildare , ( [ the ] lord Geraldine , ) Francis lord Lovell , and the German baron , Bold Martin Swart , with Broughton and the rest , ( Most ...
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... fear and of disdain ; fear of the tyrant Whose power sway'd the throne then : when dis- dain Of living so unknown , in such a servile And abject lowness , prompted me to thoughts Of recollecting who I was , I shook off My bondage , and ...
... fear and of disdain ; fear of the tyrant Whose power sway'd the throne then : when dis- dain Of living so unknown , in such a servile And abject lowness , prompted me to thoughts Of recollecting who I was , I shook off My bondage , and ...
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... fears the threat'ning . Bless the lady From such a ruin ! Craw . How the counsel privy Of this young Phaeton do screw their faces Into a gravity , their trades , good people , Were never guilty of ! the meanest of them Dreams of at ...
... fears the threat'ning . Bless the lady From such a ruin ! Craw . How the counsel privy Of this young Phaeton do screw their faces Into a gravity , their trades , good people , Were never guilty of ! the meanest of them Dreams of at ...
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... fear . Urs . They are all silent . K. Hen . From their own battlements , they may behold Saint George's fields o'erspread with armed men ; Amongst whom our own royal standard threatens Confusion to opposers : we must learn To practise ...
... fear . Urs . They are all silent . K. Hen . From their own battlements , they may behold Saint George's fields o'erspread with armed men ; Amongst whom our own royal standard threatens Confusion to opposers : we must learn To practise ...
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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.