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... thee freedom ; take it . If equal fates have not ordain'd to pitch Thy hopes above my height , let not thy passion Lead thee to shrink + mine honour in oblivion : Thou art thine own ; I have done . ' Dal . Oh ! you are all oracle , The ...
... thee freedom ; take it . If equal fates have not ordain'd to pitch Thy hopes above my height , let not thy passion Lead thee to shrink + mine honour in oblivion : Thou art thine own ; I have done . ' Dal . Oh ! you are all oracle , The ...
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... thee my hand . Clif . A sovereign balm For my bruis'd soul , I kiss it with a greediness . [ Kisses the King's hand , and rises . Sir , you are a just master , but I— K. Hen . Tell me , Is every circumstance thou hast set down With ...
... thee my hand . Clif . A sovereign balm For my bruis'd soul , I kiss it with a greediness . [ Kisses the King's hand , and rises . Sir , you are a just master , but I— K. Hen . Tell me , Is every circumstance thou hast set down With ...
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... thee ! Lo here , this long usurped royalty From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Have I pluck'd off , to grace thy brows withal ; Wear it , enjoy it , and make much of it . " - Richard III . Enter DAWBENEY . Daw . Ten thousand ...
... thee ! Lo here , this long usurped royalty From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Have I pluck'd off , to grace thy brows withal ; Wear it , enjoy it , and make much of it . " - Richard III . Enter DAWBENEY . Daw . Ten thousand ...
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... thee ; Welcome to James of Scotland ! for thy safety , Know , such as love thee not shall never wrong thee . Come , we will taste a while our court - delights , Dream hence afflictions past , and then proceed To high attempts of honour ...
... thee ; Welcome to James of Scotland ! for thy safety , Know , such as love thee not shall never wrong thee . Come , we will taste a while our court - delights , Dream hence afflictions past , and then proceed To high attempts of honour ...
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... ; more ugly , Stamp'd on a noble name , than on a base . The heavens forgive thee ! -pray , my lords , no change Of words ; this man and I have used too many . Clif . Shall I be disgraced Without reply ? Dur 42 ACT II . PERKIN WARBECK .
... ; more ugly , Stamp'd on a noble name , than on a base . The heavens forgive thee ! -pray , my lords , no change Of words ; this man and I have used too many . Clif . Shall I be disgraced Without reply ? Dur 42 ACT II . PERKIN WARBECK .
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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.