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Pagina 3
... Lord of Northumberland , Whose war - like ears could never brook retreat , Cheer'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and Lord Stafford , all abreast , Charged our main battle's front , and breaking in · • 5 Alarum ...
... Lord of Northumberland , Whose war - like ears could never brook retreat , Cheer'd up the drooping army ; and himself , Lord Clifford , and Lord Stafford , all abreast , Charged our main battle's front , and breaking in · • 5 Alarum ...
Pagina 4
... Lord Stafford's father , Duke of Buckingham , Is either slain or wounded dangerous ; I cleft his beaver with a downright blow : That this is true , father , behold his blood . Mont . And , brother , here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood ...
... Lord Stafford's father , Duke of Buckingham , Is either slain or wounded dangerous ; I cleft his beaver with a downright blow : That this is true , father , behold his blood . Mont . And , brother , here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood ...
Pagina 5
... lords ; And , soldiers , stay and lodge by me this night . 30 [ They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce . York . The queen this day here holds her parliament , But ...
... lords ; And , soldiers , stay and lodge by me this night . 30 [ They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce . York . The queen this day here holds her parliament , But ...
Pagina 6
... Lord Clifford ; and you both have vow'd revenge 50 55 On him , his sons , his favourites , and his friends . North . If I be not , heavens be revenged on me ! Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel . West . What shall we ...
... Lord Clifford ; and you both have vow'd revenge 50 55 On him , his sons , his favourites , and his friends . North . If I be not , heavens be revenged on me ! Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel . West . What shall we ...
Pagina 8
... Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain . War . And Warwick shall disprove it . You forget That we are those which ... lord protector lost it , and not I : When I was crown'd I was but nine months old . 90 95 100 105 I 10 He is ... the Lord ...
... Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain . War . And Warwick shall disprove it . You forget That we are those which ... lord protector lost it , and not I : When I was crown'd I was but nine months old . 90 95 100 105 I 10 He is ... the Lord ...
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Pagina 66 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O 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.
Pagina 95 - I can add colours to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages, And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Pagina 165 - The bird that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush : And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.