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... unto kings ; Idols of Yorkish malice . [ Dau . ] And but idols ; A steely hammer crushes them to pieces . K. Hen . Lambert , the eldest , lords , is in our service , Preferr'd by an officious care of duty From the scullery to a falconer ...
... unto kings ; Idols of Yorkish malice . [ Dau . ] And but idols ; A steely hammer crushes them to pieces . K. Hen . Lambert , the eldest , lords , is in our service , Preferr'd by an officious care of duty From the scullery to a falconer ...
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... unto your sacred excellence , But Perkin's tutor now . K. Hen . A subtle villain That Frion , Frion , —you , my lord of Durham , Knew well the man . Dur . French , both in heart and actions . K. Hen . Some Irish heads work in this mine ...
... unto your sacred excellence , But Perkin's tutor now . K. Hen . A subtle villain That Frion , Frion , —you , my lord of Durham , Knew well the man . Dur . French , both in heart and actions . K. Hen . Some Irish heads work in this mine ...
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... Unto the sanctuary , from the sanctuary Forced to the prison , from the prison haled By cruel hands , to the tormentor's fury , Is register'd already in the volume Of all men's tongues ; whose true relation draws Compassion , melted ...
... Unto the sanctuary , from the sanctuary Forced to the prison , from the prison haled By cruel hands , to the tormentor's fury , Is register'd already in the volume Of all men's tongues ; whose true relation draws Compassion , melted ...
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... unto his passion , that Stanley at Bosworth - field , though he came in time to save his life , yet he staid long enough to endanger it . " After all , the writer hints , as broadly as he dared , that Stanley's main guilt lay in his ...
... unto his passion , that Stanley at Bosworth - field , though he came in time to save his life , yet he staid long enough to endanger it . " After all , the writer hints , as broadly as he dared , that Stanley's main guilt lay in his ...
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... Unto those holy motions which inspire The sacred heart of an anointed body ! It is the surest policy in princes , To govern well their own , than seek encroach- ment Upon another's right . 9 to this traducer , & c . ] The 4to , by an ...
... Unto those holy motions which inspire The sacred heart of an anointed body ! It is the surest policy in princes , To govern well their own , than seek encroach- ment Upon another's right . 9 to this traducer , & c . ] The 4to , by an ...
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Page 468 - 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...
Page 468 - ... 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 126 - 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 prol'ogue 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 93 - Duresme, a wise man, and one that could see through the present to the future, doubting as much before, had caused his castle of Norham to be strongly fortified, and furnished with all kind of munition : and had manned it likewise with a very great number of tall soldiers, more than for the proportion of the castle, reckoning rather upon a sharp assault, than a long siege. And...
Page 472 - 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.
Page 521 - These, by enchantments, can whole lordships change To trunks of rich attire; turn ploughs and teams To Flanders mares and coaches; and huge trains Of servitors, to a French butterfly. Have you not city-witches, who can turn Their husbands...
Page 91 - More loth to part with such a great example Of virtue than all other mere respects. But, sir, my last suit is, you will not force From me what you have given, — this chaste lady, Resolved on all extremes.
Page 475 - After such covenants seal'd, see full revenge On all that wrong me ? Dog. Ha, ha ! silly woman ! The devil is no liar to such as he loves — Didst ever know or hear the devil a liar To such as he affects '. Saw. Then I am thine ; at least so much of me As I can call mine own — Dog.
Page 417 - CAST away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy to-morrow: Money is trash; and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, Fortune will send it.
Page 380 - Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu ! she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.