King Richard II ; King Henry IVBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 - Drama |
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... wilt thou lose . Gaunt . Methinks I am a prophet new inspired ; And thus , expiring , do foretell of him : His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last ; For violent fires soon burn out themselves ; Small showers last long , but sudden ...
... wilt thou lose . Gaunt . Methinks I am a prophet new inspired ; And thus , expiring , do foretell of him : His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last ; For violent fires soon burn out themselves ; Small showers last long , but sudden ...
Page 56
... Wilt- shire , dead ? Scroop . Yea , all of them at Bristol lost their heads . Aum . Where is the duke my father , with his power ? K. Rich . No matter where . Of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves , of worms , and epitaphs Make ...
... Wilt- shire , dead ? Scroop . Yea , all of them at Bristol lost their heads . Aum . Where is the duke my father , with his power ? K. Rich . No matter where . Of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves , of worms , and epitaphs Make ...
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... wilt thou , pupil - like , Take thy correction mildly ; kiss the rod ; And fawn on rage with base humility , Which art a lion , and a king of beasts ? K. Rich . A king of beasts , indeed ; if aught but beasts , I had been still a happy ...
... wilt thou , pupil - like , Take thy correction mildly ; kiss the rod ; And fawn on rage with base humility , Which art a lion , and a king of beasts ? K. Rich . A king of beasts , indeed ; if aught but beasts , I had been still a happy ...
Page 84
... wilt know again , Being ne'er so little urged , another way , To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne . The love of wicked friends converts to fear ; That fear to hate ; and hate turns one , or both , To worthy danger , and ...
... wilt know again , Being ne'er so little urged , another way , To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne . The love of wicked friends converts to fear ; That fear to hate ; and hate turns one , or both , To worthy danger , and ...
Page 89
... wilt thou do ? Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own ? Have we more sons ? or are we like to have ? Is not my teeming date drunk up with time ? And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age , And rob me of a happy mother's name ...
... wilt thou do ? Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own ? Have we more sons ? or are we like to have ? Is not my teeming date drunk up with time ? And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age , And rob me of a happy mother's name ...
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Page 264 - O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 124 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Page 63 - God's name, let it go : I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My...
Page 97 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
Page 57 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Page 87 - As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Page 197 - Honour ? Air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 56 - 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...
Page 197 - 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
Page 265 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.