The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Volume 6 |
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Page 154
I beseech your majesty , give me leave to go ; • Sorrow would solace , and mine
age would easel . • K . Hen . Stay , Humphrey duke of Gloster : ere thou go , •
Give up thy staff ; Henry will to himself • Protector be : and God shall be my hope
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I beseech your majesty , give me leave to go ; • Sorrow would solace , and mine
age would easel . • K . Hen . Stay , Humphrey duke of Gloster : ere thou go , •
Give up thy staff ; Henry will to himself • Protector be : and God shall be my hope
...
Page 191
If thou best death , I ' ll give thee England ' s treasure , • Enough to purchase such
another island , • So thou wilt let me live , and feel no pain . * K . Hen . Ah , what a
sign it is of evil life , * When death ' s approach is seen so terrible ! * War .
If thou best death , I ' ll give thee England ' s treasure , • Enough to purchase such
another island , • So thou wilt let me live , and feel no pain . * K . Hen . Ah , what a
sign it is of evil life , * When death ' s approach is seen so terrible ! * War .
Page 284
Beseeching thee , - if with thy will it stands , • That to my foes this body must be
prey , — • Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope , • And give sweet
passage to my sinful soul !• Now , lords , take leave until we meet again , Where '
er it be ...
Beseeching thee , - if with thy will it stands , • That to my foes this body must be
prey , — • Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope , • And give sweet
passage to my sinful soul !• Now , lords , take leave until we meet again , Where '
er it be ...
Page 288
Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me , • Give me thy gold , if thou hast any gold ; ·
For I have bought it with a hundred blows . • But let me see : - is this our foeman '
s face ? • Ah , no , no , no , it is mine only son !* Ah , boy , if any life be left in thee
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Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me , • Give me thy gold , if thou hast any gold ; ·
For I have bought it with a hundred blows . • But let me see : - is this our foeman '
s face ? • Ah , no , no , no , it is mine only son !* Ah , boy , if any life be left in thee
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Page 316
Therefore delay not , give thy hand to Warwick ; • And , with thy hand , thy faith
irrevocable , · That only Warwick ' s daughter shall be thine . * Prince . Yes , I
accept her , for she well deserves it ; * And here , to pledge my vow , I give my
hand .
Therefore delay not , give thy hand to Warwick ; • And , with thy hand , thy faith
irrevocable , · That only Warwick ' s daughter shall be thine . * Prince . Yes , I
accept her , for she well deserves it ; * And here , to pledge my vow , I give my
hand .
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arms battle bear blood body brother Cade Clarence Clif Clifford crown dead death doth duke earl Edward enemies England English Enter Exeunt eyes father fear fight foes follow Forces France French friends give Gloster grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hence Henry's highness Holinshed honour hope I'll John keep King Henry Lady leave live London look lord lost March Margaret master means mind never night noble old play once passage peace play present prince queen rest Rich Richard Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stand stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thing thou thou art thought true unto Warwick York
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Page 203 - DICK The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. CADE Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.
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