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Seite 47 - The troublesome raigne and lamentable death of Edward the second, King of England : with the tragicall fall of proud Mortimer.
Seite 101 - Two kings in England cannot reign at once. But stay awhile, let me be king till night, That I may gaze upon this glittering crown ; So shall my eyes receive their last content, My head, the latest honour due to it, And jointly both yield up their wished right.
Seite 112 - Weep'st thou already? list awhile to me. And then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is, Or as Matrevis', hewn from the Caucasus, Yet will it melt, ere I have done my tale. This dungeon where they keep me is the sink Wherein the filth of all the castle falls. Light. О villains! Edw. And there in mire and puddle have I stood This ten days...
Seite 50 - I'll have Italian masques by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay.
Seite 113 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile ; forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Seite 97 - MOrtimer ! who talks of MOrtimer ? Who wounds me with the name of MOrtimer, That bloody man ? GOod father, on thy lap Lay I this head, laden with mickle care.
Seite 101 - What, fear you not the fury of your king? But, hapless Edward, thou art fondly led; They pass not for thy frowns as late they did, But seek to make a new-elected king; Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts, Which thoughts are...
Seite 109 - And, when I frown, make all the court look pale. I view the prince with Aristarchus' eyes, Whose looks were as a breeching to a boy.
Seite 101 - My head, the latest honour due to it, And jointly both yield up their wished right. Continue ever thou celestial sun; Let never silent night possess this clime: Stand still you watches...
Seite 66 - I have not seen a dapper Jack so brisk; He wears a short Italian hooded cloak Larded with pearl, and, in his Tuscan cap, A jewel of more value than the crown. While others walk below, the king and he From out a window laugh at such as we, And flout our train, and jest at our attire.