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... fair island , and the territories ; To Ireland , Poictiers , Anjou , Touraine , Maine ; Desiring thee to lay aside the sword , Which sways usurpingly these several titles ; And put the same into young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew , and ...
... fair island , and the territories ; To Ireland , Poictiers , Anjou , Touraine , Maine ; Desiring thee to lay aside the sword , Which sways usurpingly these several titles ; And put the same into young Arthur's hand , Thy nephew , and ...
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... fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my mother's honour , and my land ! K. John . A good blunt fellow : -Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land . But ...
... fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my mother's honour , and my land ! K. John . A good blunt fellow : -Why , being younger born , Doth he lay claim to thine inheritance ? Bast . I know not why , except to get the land . But ...
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... fair boy , Will I not think of home , but follow arms . Const . O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength , To make a more requital to your love . " Aus . The peace of heaven ...
... fair boy , Will I not think of home , but follow arms . Const . O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong hand shall help to give him strength , To make a more requital to your love . " Aus . The peace of heaven ...
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... Aside . I'll stir them to it : -Come , away , away ! 1 Cit . Hear us , great kings : vouchsafe a while to stay , And I shall show you peace , and fair - faced league ; Win you this city , without stroke , or wound 24 ACT II . KING JOHN .
... Aside . I'll stir them to it : -Come , away , away ! 1 Cit . Hear us , great kings : vouchsafe a while to stay , And I shall show you peace , and fair - faced league ; Win you this city , without stroke , or wound 24 ACT II . KING JOHN .
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... fair divided excellence , Whose fulness of perfection lies in him . O , two such silver currents , when they join , Do glorify the banks that bound them in : And two such shores to two such streams made one , Two such controling bounds ...
... fair divided excellence , Whose fulness of perfection lies in him . O , two such silver currents , when they join , Do glorify the banks that bound them in : And two such shores to two such streams made one , Two such controling bounds ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother cousin crown Dauphin dead death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl Eastcheap England English Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear France French friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host K.Hen Kath King HENRY King John king Richard king's Lady land liege live look lord majesty master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pray prince Prince JOHN prince of Wales Queen Rich SCENE Scroop Shakspeare Shal shame sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak STEEV sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle unto villain WARB Westmoreland word York
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Página 51 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 15 - I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Página 48 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 43 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Página 6 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Página 49 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Página 22 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Página 80 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, — Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Página 2 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, 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.
Página 80 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o