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Pagina 134
... Leon . Pol . Leon . Pol . The shepherd's note , since we have left our throne Without a burden : time as long again Would be fill'd up , my brother , with our thanks ; And yet we should , for perpetuity , Go hence in debt : and ...
... Leon . Pol . Leon . Pol . The shepherd's note , since we have left our throne Without a burden : time as long again Would be fill'd up , my brother , with our thanks ; And yet we should , for perpetuity , Go hence in debt : and ...
Pagina 135
... Leon . Tongue - tied our queen ? speak you . Her . I had thought , Sir , to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay . You , Sir , Charge him too coldly . Tell him , you are sure All in Bohemia's well ; this ...
... Leon . Tongue - tied our queen ? speak you . Her . I had thought , Sir , to have held my peace until You had drawn oaths from him not to stay . You , Sir , Charge him too coldly . Tell him , you are sure All in Bohemia's well ; this ...
Pagina 136
... Leon . Is he won yet ? At my request he would not . Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . Hermione , my dearest , thou never spok'st To better purpose . Her . Leon . Never ? Never , but once . Her . What ! have I twice said well ? when ...
... Leon . Is he won yet ? At my request he would not . Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . Hermione , my dearest , thou never spok'st To better purpose . Her . Leon . Never ? Never , but once . Her . What ! have I twice said well ? when ...
Pagina 137
... Leon . Why , that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap thyself my love : then didst thou utter , " I am yours for ever . " Her . It is Grace indeed.- Why ...
... Leon . Why , that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap thyself my love : then didst thou utter , " I am yours for ever . " Her . It is Grace indeed.- Why ...
Pagina 138
... Leon . No , in good earnest.- How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face , methought I did recoil Twenty - three years , and saw ...
... Leon . No , in good earnest.- How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face , methought I did recoil Twenty - three years , and saw ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Alarum Alençon arms art thou Bard Bardolph Bast blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Cade captain cousin crown Dauphin dead death dost doth duke duke of Burgundy duke of York earl England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff farewell father Faulconbridge fear fool France French friends give Gloster grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven honour Jack Cade KING HENRY knave lady Leon liege live look lord Madam majesty Malvolio marry master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Poins pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Reignier Rich RICHARD PLANTAGENET Rousillon SCENE Shal shame Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir John soldiers Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword Talbot tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt word York
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Pagina 455 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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.
Pagina 509 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey,...
Pagina 172 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Pagina 129 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day.