 | Charles Martindale - Literary Criticism - 1990 - 340 pages
...Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs . . . Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's And nothing can we call our own but death, And that...Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings : How some have been... | |
 | Ludwig Schajowicz - Drama - 1990 - 400 pages
...expresado por boca de Ricardo II, en la obra del mismo nombre; de un modo muy convincente: For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories...war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd, Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd: for within their hollow crown That... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - Performing Arts - 1990 - 232 pages
...we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's And nothing can we call our own but death And that...Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings — How some have... | |
 | Wolfgang Iser - Drama - 1993 - 254 pages
...we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all, are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death; And that...Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings: (III, 2, 145-56)... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Poetry - 1995 - 136 pages
...we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that...Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings! How some have been... | |
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Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills; And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death... 
