Charles I: A Dramatic Poem : Containing Also General Remarks on Some of the Beautiful Plays of Shakspeare [sic]Dhana-Sindhu Press, 1865 - 160 pages |
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... Speak sirs why we are met in council ? Pym . My lord speaker the chief cause concerns his Majesty's unjust arraignment of high Treason against us , in the House of Peers We wonder at the precipitancy And impotence of the proceedings of ...
... Speak sirs why we are met in council ? Pym . My lord speaker the chief cause concerns his Majesty's unjust arraignment of high Treason against us , in the House of Peers We wonder at the precipitancy And impotence of the proceedings of ...
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... speak is right And proper , and when a king becomes a Tyrant , if we should check and put his power Down , the God and the good angels will guard Our right , the general right and privileges Of the commons of England whatever Be the ...
... speak is right And proper , and when a king becomes a Tyrant , if we should check and put his power Down , the God and the good angels will guard Our right , the general right and privileges Of the commons of England whatever Be the ...
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... speak in their behalf for it , Is very strange that their attempt to preserve The rights of the commons of England will Be confounded into a treason , hence May it like your Highness to pardon them . King . I am sorry that they escaped ...
... speak in their behalf for it , Is very strange that their attempt to preserve The rights of the commons of England will Be confounded into a treason , hence May it like your Highness to pardon them . King . I am sorry that they escaped ...
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... Speak man thy name ? Crom . My name's Oliver Cromwell . [ soon Rupert . I am not afraid of thy name though ' tis Hotter than hell , proud man make thy Vaunting true . They fight , and Cromwell was victorious he pushed his opponents off ...
... Speak man thy name ? Crom . My name's Oliver Cromwell . [ soon Rupert . I am not afraid of thy name though ' tis Hotter than hell , proud man make thy Vaunting true . They fight , and Cromwell was victorious he pushed his opponents off ...
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... speak of you to the [ Commander . Enter the Commander of the Scot's army and the officers under him to them the doorkeeper . D.keeper . My lords there's an unknown person [ awaiting Upon your lordhips ' pleasure at th ' door . Com . Let ...
... speak of you to the [ Commander . Enter the Commander of the Scot's army and the officers under him to them the doorkeeper . D.keeper . My lords there's an unknown person [ awaiting Upon your lordhips ' pleasure at th ' door . Com . Let ...
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Adieu ambition beauties blood Brad Brutus Cæsar Charles 1st command confess Court Crom Cromwell dear death deeds dramatic Duke of Gloster Earl of Strafford English Enter a Messenger Enter King Exeuent Exit expressed eyes faithful Farewell father following lines forces fortume friends gentleman gracious grief guarded Hamlet hast hath hear heart heaven honor House House of Peers humble Iago Ireton Jogo Juliet justice Kalidas king of England kingdom Laud live London Lord Astley lord Falkland lord Strafford lordships Macbeth Macduff majesty majesty's mankind manner Marmaduke Langdale ment mind murder nature noble Othello palace Parliament passion peace peers poem poet Prince Rupert prison queen reign Romeo royal Scene 3d Scotland sentiments serjeant Serjeant at arms Shakspeare sheriff shew shewn soldiers sorrow sorry soul speak speech subjects terror thee thing thou art throne thy name Tipstaves treason Tybalt virtuous
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Page 12 - As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a month — Let me not think on 't — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears: — why she, even she, — O God!
Page 35 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...
Page 10 - No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause...
Page 42 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Page 26 - Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.
Page 44 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,— For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men,— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Page 7 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Page 42 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 42 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 11 - gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.