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... follows : - : - ( 1 ) The older play upon which Shakespeare founded his History , -The Troublesome Reign of King John , cannot be earlier than c . 1587 , for its sounding rhetoric and facile blank verse as well as the explicit language ...
... follows : - : - ( 1 ) The older play upon which Shakespeare founded his History , -The Troublesome Reign of King John , cannot be earlier than c . 1587 , for its sounding rhetoric and facile blank verse as well as the explicit language ...
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... follows if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld . K. John . Here have we war for war , and blood for blood , Controlment for controlment : so answer ...
... follows if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld . K. John . Here have we war for war , and blood for blood , Controlment for controlment : so answer ...
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... follow me ? I am a soldier and now bound to 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 ...
... follow me ? I am a soldier and now bound to 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 ...
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... follow arms . Const . O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength To make a more requital to your love ! Aust . The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a ...
... follow arms . Const . O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength To make a more requital to your love ! Aust . The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords In such a ...
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... follow her . Lew . There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice - told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste , That it yields nought but shame ...
... follow her . Lew . There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice - told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste , That it yields nought but shame ...
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116 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
444 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.