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Page 239
Bagot . No ; I ' ll to Ireland to his majesty . Farewell : if heart ' s presages be not
vain , We three here part , that ne ' er shall meet again . Bushy . That ' s as York
thrives to beat back Bolingbroke . Green . Alas , poor duke ! the task be
undertakes ...
Bagot . No ; I ' ll to Ireland to his majesty . Farewell : if heart ' s presages be not
vain , We three here part , that ne ' er shall meet again . Bushy . That ' s as York
thrives to beat back Bolingbroke . Green . Alas , poor duke ! the task be
undertakes ...
Page 247
Enter BOLINGBROKE , York , NorthuMBERLAND , PERCY , WILLOUGHBY ,
Ross : Officers behind with Bushy and Green , prisoners . Boling . Bring forth
these men .Bushy and Green , I will not vex your souls ( Since presently your
souls must ...
Enter BOLINGBROKE , York , NorthuMBERLAND , PERCY , WILLOUGHBY ,
Ross : Officers behind with Bushy and Green , prisoners . Boling . Bring forth
these men .Bushy and Green , I will not vex your souls ( Since presently your
souls must ...
Page 250
He means , my lord , that we are too remiss ; Whilst Bolingbroke , through our
security , Grows strong and great , in substance , and in friends . K . Rich .
Discomfortable cousin ! know ' st thou not , That when the searching eye of
heaven is hid ...
He means , my lord , that we are too remiss ; Whilst Bolingbroke , through our
security , Grows strong and great , in substance , and in friends . K . Rich .
Discomfortable cousin ! know ' st thou not , That when the searching eye of
heaven is hid ...
Page 266
They are ; and Bolingbroke Hath seiz ' d the wasteful king . - Oh ! What pity is it ,
That he had not so trimm ' d and dress ' d his land , As we this garden ! We at time
of year Do wound the bark , the skin of our fruit - trees ; Lest , being over - proud ...
They are ; and Bolingbroke Hath seiz ' d the wasteful king . - Oh ! What pity is it ,
That he had not so trimm ' d and dress ' d his land , As we this garden ! We at time
of year Do wound the bark , the skin of our fruit - trees ; Lest , being over - proud ...
Page 285
Then , as I said , the duke , great Boling broke , Mounted upon a hot and fiery
steed , Which his aspiring rider seem ' d to know ,With slow , but stately pace ,
kept on his course , While all tongues cried — God save thee , Bolingbroke !
Then , as I said , the duke , great Boling broke , Mounted upon a hot and fiery
steed , Which his aspiring rider seem ' d to know ,With slow , but stately pace ,
kept on his course , While all tongues cried — God save thee , Bolingbroke !
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Page 92 - Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! And be these juggling fiends no more belieVd, That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope l*"0 — I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o...
Page 23 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 46 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further!
Page 211 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Page 30 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Page 87 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Page 186 - This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself.
Page 26 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat -oppressed brain?
Page 246 - 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...
Page 22 - Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off: And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.