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... Warw . The Cardinall's not my better in the field . Buck . All in this presence are thy betters , Warwicke . Warw . Warwicke may live to be the best of all . Salisb . Peace Sonne , and shew some reason Buckingham Why Somerset should be ...
... Warw . The Cardinall's not my better in the field . Buck . All in this presence are thy betters , Warwicke . Warw . Warwicke may live to be the best of all . Salisb . Peace Sonne , and shew some reason Buckingham Why Somerset should be ...
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... Warw . That can I witnesse , and a fouler fact Did never Traytor in the Land commit . Suff . Peace head - strong Warwicke . Warw . Image of Pride , why should I hold my peace ? Enter Armorer and his Man . Suff . Because here is a man ...
... Warw . That can I witnesse , and a fouler fact Did never Traytor in the Land commit . Suff . Peace head - strong Warwicke . Warw . Image of Pride , why should I hold my peace ? Enter Armorer and his Man . Suff . Because here is a man ...
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... Warw . Sweet Yorke begin : and if thy clayme be good , The Nevills are thy Subjects to command . Torke . Then thus : Edward the third , my Lords , had seven Sonnes : The first , Edward the Black - Prince , Prince of Wales ; The second ...
... Warw . Sweet Yorke begin : and if thy clayme be good , The Nevills are thy Subjects to command . Torke . Then thus : Edward the third , my Lords , had seven Sonnes : The first , Edward the Black - Prince , Prince of Wales ; The second ...
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... Warw . Father , the Duke hath told the truth ; Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne . Yorke . Which now they hold by force , and not by right : For Richard , the first Sonnes Heire , being dead , The Issue of the next Sonne should ...
... Warw . Father , the Duke hath told the truth ; Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne . Yorke . Which now they hold by force , and not by right : For Richard , the first Sonnes Heire , being dead , The Issue of the next Sonne should ...
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... Warw . My heart assures me , that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King . Yorke . And Nevill , this I doe assure my selfe , Richard shall live to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England , but the ...
... Warw . My heart assures me , that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King . Yorke . And Nevill , this I doe assure my selfe , Richard shall live to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England , but the ...
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Alarum art thou beare blood Brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinall Catesby Clarence Clif Clifford Crowne curse dayes dead death Dorset doth Duke of Yorke Edward Elianor England Enter Richard Exeunt Exit eyes farre Father feare flye France friends gentle give Glost Gloster Grace ha's hand hath head heare heart Heaven heere Highnesse Honor House of Lancaster House of Yorke Humfrey Jacke Cade King Henry Lady leave live looke Lord Chamberlaine Lord Hastings Lord Protector Madam Maior Majestie Margaret Mother Mountague murther ne're never Noble Norfolke peace pitty pray Prince Queene Rich Richmond Royall Scana shalt shame shee Somerset Sonne sorrow Souldiers soule Soveraigne speake Suff Suffolke Sunne sweet Sword teares tell thee thine thinke thou art thou hast thy selfe tongue Traytor Unckle Unkle unto Warre Warw Warwicke wee'l yeeld
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Page 290 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die : I think, there be six Richmonds in the field; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him : — A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Page 370 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Page 393 - And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Page 360 - Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 363 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 363 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Page 360 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, 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.
Page 58 - I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Page 356 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 183 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I, that am rudely stamp'd and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd: sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...