The Works of Shakespeare, Band 6Macmillan, 1899 |
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... France . LEWIS , the Dauphin . LYMOGES , Duke of AUSTRIA . CARDINAL PANDULPH , the Pope's legate MELUN , a French Lord . CHATILLON , ambassador from France to King John . QUEEN ELINOR , mother to King John . CONSTANCE , mother to Arthur ...
... France . LEWIS , the Dauphin . LYMOGES , Duke of AUSTRIA . CARDINAL PANDULPH , the Pope's legate MELUN , a French Lord . CHATILLON , ambassador from France to King John . QUEEN ELINOR , mother to King John . CONSTANCE , mother to Arthur ...
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... France with us ? Chat . Thus , after greeting , speaks the King of France In my behaviour to the majesty , The borrow'd majesty , of England here . Eli . A strange beginning : ' borrow'd majesty ! ' K. John . Silence , good mother ...
... France with us ? Chat . Thus , after greeting , speaks the King of France In my behaviour to the majesty , The borrow'd majesty , of England here . Eli . A strange beginning : ' borrow'd majesty ! ' K. John . Silence , good mother ...
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... France . Chat . Then take my king's defiance from my mouth , The farthest limit of my embassy . K. John . Bear mine to him , and so depart in peace : Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there ...
... France . Chat . Then take my king's defiance from my mouth , The farthest limit of my embassy . K. John . Bear mine to him , and so depart in peace : Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there ...
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... France . Bast . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance . Your face hath got five hundred pound a year , Yet sell your face for five pence and ' tis dear . Madam , I'll follow you unto the death . Eli . Nay , I would have you ...
... France . Bast . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance . Your face hath got five hundred pound a year , Yet sell your face for five pence and ' tis dear . Madam , I'll follow you unto the death . Eli . Nay , I would have you ...
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... France , for France , for it is more than need . Bast . Brother , adieu : good fortune come to thee ! For thou wast got i ' the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all but Bastard . A foot of honour better than I was ; But many a many foot of ...
... France , for France , for it is more than need . Bast . Brother , adieu : good fortune come to thee ! For thou wast got i ' the way of honesty . [ Exeunt all but Bastard . A foot of honour better than I was ; But many a many foot of ...
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arms art thou Arthur Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Earl Eastcheap England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff farewell father Faulconbridge fear France friends Gaunt give Glendower grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry Henry IV Holinshed honour horse Host Hotspur Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Lancaster land liege live look lord majesty Master Mortimer Mowbray never night noble Northumberland Pandulph pardon peace Percy Pist play Poins pray Prince Prince of Wales Queen Rich Richard II SCENE Shakespeare Shal shame Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir John Oldcastle soul speak stand sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle Vols Westmoreland word York Zounds
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Seite 116 - Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 444 - Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
Seite 70 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 195 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Seite 163 - England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.