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... Stay for an answer to your embassy , Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood : My Lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace which here we urge in war , And then we shall repent each drop of blood That hot rash ...
... Stay for an answer to your embassy , Lest unadvised you stain your swords with blood : My Lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace which here we urge in war , And then we shall repent each drop of blood That hot rash ...
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... stay That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth , indeed , That spits forth death and mountains , rocks and seas , Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy - dogs ...
... stay That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth , indeed , That spits forth death and mountains , rocks and seas , Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy - dogs ...
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... stay him up : That John may stand , then Arthur needs must fall ; So be it , for it cannot be but so . Lew . But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall ? Pand . You , in the right of Lady Blanch your wife , May then make all the claim ...
... stay him up : That John may stand , then Arthur needs must fall ; So be it , for it cannot be but so . Lew . But what shall I gain by young Arthur's fall ? Pand . You , in the right of Lady Blanch your wife , May then make all the claim ...
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... Stay yet , Lord Salisbury ; I'll go with thee , And find the inheritance of this poor child , His little kingdom of a forced grave . That blood which owed the breath of all this isle , Three foot of it doth hold : bad world the while ...
... Stay yet , Lord Salisbury ; I'll go with thee , And find the inheritance of this poor child , His little kingdom of a forced grave . That blood which owed the breath of all this isle , Three foot of it doth hold : bad world the while ...
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... stay . O me ! my uncle's spirit is in these stones : [ Leaps down . Heaven take my soul , and England keep my bones ! [ Dies . 10 Enter PEMBROKE , SALISBURY , and BIGOT . Sal . Lords , I will meet him at Saint Edmundsbury : It is our ...
... stay . O me ! my uncle's spirit is in these stones : [ Leaps down . Heaven take my soul , and England keep my bones ! [ Dies . 10 Enter PEMBROKE , SALISBURY , and BIGOT . Sal . Lords , I will meet him at Saint Edmundsbury : It is our ...
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Page 289 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Page 524 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 238 - With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 332 - O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Page 750 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 749 - Sans check, to good and bad : But when the planets In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Page 709 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me Vain pomp and glory of this world.
Page 653 - Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Page 749 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string And hark! what discord follows; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy...