Shakespeare's Historie of the Life & Death of King JohnJ. M. Dent, 1906 - 133 pages |
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Angiers Anjou arms art thou Arth Aust Austria Bast Blanch blood BRABBLER brave breath Bretagne brother brows calf's-skin cardinal Chatillon child Const Constance curse Dauphin dead death doth emendation England Enter King John Enter the Bastard Exeunt eyes fair faith father Faulconbridge fear Folios forsworn France French friends Geffrey's gentle give Goodwin Sands grandam grief hand hath hear heart heaven hold holy honour Hubert James Gurney King of France King Philip Lady land Lewis liege lion lord Lord Salisbury majesty Melun mother never night noble o'er oath Pand Pandulph peace Pembroke play Pope prince Richard Richard II Robert Salisbury Scene Shakespeare shame sir Robert's soul speak spirit swear Swinstead tell thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thyself tongue Touraine Troublesome Raigne vex'd word young Arthur
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Page 115 - 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.
Page 67 - To be more prince) as may be. — You are sad. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. Arth. Mercy on me ! Methinks, nobody should be sad but I : Yet, I remember, when I was in France, Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Only for wantonness.
Page 62 - 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. Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do. I will not keep this form upon my head When there is such disorder in my wit.
Page 81 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news...
Page 63 - 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 and bitterness.
Page 70 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.