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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 ...
... 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 ...
Page 347
... Boling . I swear . Nor . And I , to keep all this . Boling . Norfolk , so far as to mine enemy- By this time , had the king permitted us , One of our souls had wander'd in the air , Banish'd this frail sepúlchre of our flesh , As now ...
... Boling . I swear . Nor . And I , to keep all this . Boling . Norfolk , so far as to mine enemy- By this time , had the king permitted us , One of our souls had wander'd in the air , Banish'd this frail sepúlchre of our flesh , As now ...
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... BOLING . ] 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 ...
... BOLING . ] 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 ...
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... Boling . To men in joy ; but grief makes one hour ten . Gaunt . Call it a travel that thou tak'st for pleasure . Boling . My heart will sigh when I miscall it so , Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage . Gaunt . The sullen passage of ...
... Boling . To men in joy ; but grief makes one hour ten . Gaunt . Call it a travel that thou tak'st for pleasure . Boling . My heart will sigh when I miscall it so , Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage . Gaunt . The sullen passage of ...
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... Boling . How far is it , my lord , to Berkley now ? North . Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Glostershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make them wearisome : And yet your ...
... Boling . How far is it , my lord , to Berkley now ? North . Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Glostershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make them wearisome : And yet your ...
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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...