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Pagina xix
... poor stuff , judiciously rewritten , line for line . The remainder is almost identical with two rather sickly utterances of thanks from Queen and Prince . The Prince's speech is the most un - Shakespearian one in Q , but it is of the ...
... poor stuff , judiciously rewritten , line for line . The remainder is almost identical with two rather sickly utterances of thanks from Queen and Prince . The Prince's speech is the most un - Shakespearian one in Q , but it is of the ...
Pagina xlii
... poor production , but appears to have been remembered by Shakespeare . In it Richard goes at proverbs at once , as to find a knot in a rush " ( 67 ) ; " a bone to gnaw upon " ( 67 ) ; " ill jesting with edge tools " and " strike while ...
... poor production , but appears to have been remembered by Shakespeare . In it Richard goes at proverbs at once , as to find a knot in a rush " ( 67 ) ; " a bone to gnaw upon " ( 67 ) ; " ill jesting with edge tools " and " strike while ...
Pagina xlv
... poor boy Icarus . 1 Henry VI . Iv . vi . 55 , IV . vii . 16 ; True Tragedy ; 3 Henry VI . v . vi . 21 . the woman wears the breeches ( varied ) . 2 Henry VI . 1. iii . 145 ; True Tragedy ; 3 Henry VI . v . v . 23 . ... from ashes ...
... poor boy Icarus . 1 Henry VI . Iv . vi . 55 , IV . vii . 16 ; True Tragedy ; 3 Henry VI . v . vi . 21 . the woman wears the breeches ( varied ) . 2 Henry VI . 1. iii . 145 ; True Tragedy ; 3 Henry VI . v . v . 23 . ... from ashes ...
Pagina 8
... Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthless threats . York . Will you we show our title to the crown ? If not , our swords shall plead it in the field . K. Hen . What title hast thou , traitor , to the crown ? Thy father was , as thou art ...
... Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthless threats . York . Will you we show our title to the crown ? If not , our swords shall plead it in the field . K. Hen . What title hast thou , traitor , to the crown ? Thy father was , as thou art ...
Pagina 16
... Poor queen ! how love to me and to her son Hath made her break out into terms of rage . Revenged may she be on that hateful duke , Whose haughty spirit , winged with desire , Will cost my crown , and like an empty eagle 247-250 . I here ...
... Poor queen ! how love to me and to her son Hath made her break out into terms of rage . Revenged may she be on that hateful duke , Whose haughty spirit , winged with desire , Will cost my crown , and like an empty eagle 247-250 . I here ...
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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.