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Page 339
Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Disclaiming here the
kindred of a king ; And lay aside my high blood ' s royalty , Which fear , not
reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength ,
As to ...
Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Disclaiming here the
kindred of a king ; And lay aside my high blood ' s royalty , Which fear , not
reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength ,
As to ...
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Boling . O , God defend my soul from such foul sin ! Shall I seem crest - fallen in
my father ' s sight ? Or with pale beggar - fear impeach my height Before this out -
dared dastard ! Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong
...
Boling . O , God defend my soul from such foul sin ! Shall I seem crest - fallen in
my father ' s sight ? Or with pale beggar - fear impeach my height Before this out -
dared dastard ! Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong
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Boling . O , let no noble eye profane a tear For me , if I be gored with Mowbray ' s
spear ; As confident as is the falcon ' s flight Against a bird , do I with Mowbray
fight .My loving lord [ To Lord MARSHAL ) , I take my leave of you ; Of you , my ...
Boling . O , let no noble eye profane a tear For me , if I be gored with Mowbray ' s
spear ; As confident as is the falcon ' s flight Against a bird , do I with Mowbray
fight .My loving lord [ To Lord MARSHAL ) , I take my leave of you ; Of you , my ...
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Boling . Your will be done : This must my comfort be , That sun , that warms you
here , shall shine on me ; And those his golden beams to you here lent , Shall
point on me , and gild my banishment . K . Rich . Norfolk , for thee remains a
heavier ...
Boling . Your will be done : This must my comfort be , That sun , that warms you
here , shall shine on me ; And those his golden beams to you here lent , Shall
point on me , and gild my banishment . K . Rich . Norfolk , for thee remains a
heavier ...
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with welcome home from banishment . Boling . How long a time lies in one little
word ! Four lagging winters , and four wanton springs , End in a word ; Such is the
breath of kings . Gaunt . I thank my liege , that , in regard of me , He shortens four
...
with welcome home from banishment . Boling . How long a time lies in one little
word ! Four lagging winters , and four wanton springs , End in a word ; Such is the
breath of kings . Gaunt . I thank my liege , that , in regard of me , He shortens four
...
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Page 387 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 240 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...
Page 242 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Page 159 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The...
Page 237 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...
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| Title | The Works of William Shakspeare, Volume 2 The Works of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | C.S. Francis, 1852 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 29 Feb 2008 |
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