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Anne art thou bear besall besore blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Cham Clarence Clif Clifford crown curse dead death Dorset doth Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes father fome foul France friends gentle give Glou Gloucester Grace gracious hand hath head hear heart heav'n honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade King Henry King's Lady leave Liege lise live look Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Lord Protector Madam Majesty Margaret master murther never noble Norfolk peace pity pray Prince Q^Mar Queen Rich Richard Richmond royal S C E N E SCENE sear sellow shalt sield sight sirst Soldiers Somerset Sovereign speak Stan Suffolk sweet sword tell thee theresore thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor unto Warwick wise
135 페이지 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
304 페이지 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
176 페이지 - Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, . I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
122 페이지 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
170 페이지 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
122 페이지 - 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...
331 페이지 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
330 페이지 - But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.