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... John . Let them approach . Our abbies and our priories fhall pay This expedition's charge- What men are you ? Enter Robert Faulconbridge , and Philip , his Brother . Phil . Your faithful fubject , I , a gentleman ... King JOHN . 341.
... John . Let them approach . Our abbies and our priories fhall pay This expedition's charge- What men are you ? Enter Robert Faulconbridge , and Philip , his Brother . Phil . Your faithful fubject , I , a gentleman ... King JOHN . 341.
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... John . Why , what a mad cap hath heav'n lent us here ? Eli . He hath a trick of Caur - de lion's face , The accent of his tongue affecteth him : Do you not read fome tokens of my ... King JOHN . If old Sir Robert did beget us both, ...
... John . Why , what a mad cap hath heav'n lent us here ? Eli . He hath a trick of Caur - de lion's face , The accent of his tongue affecteth him : Do you not read fome tokens of my ... King JOHN . If old Sir Robert did beget us both, ...
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... King , And in the mean time fojourn'd at my father's Where , how he did prevail , I fhame to speak : But truth is truth ; large lengths of feas and fhores Between my father and my mother lay , ( As I have heard my ... King JOHN . 343.
... King , And in the mean time fojourn'd at my father's Where , how he did prevail , I fhame to speak : But truth is truth ; large lengths of feas and fhores Between my father and my mother lay , ( As I have heard my ... King JOHN . 343.
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... John . What is thy name ? Phil . Philip , my Liege , fo is my name begun ; . Philip , good old Sir Robert's wife's eldeft fon . ( 3 ) -- my Face so thin , That in mine ... John . From henceforth bear his name , whofe 344 King JOHN .
... John . What is thy name ? Phil . Philip , my Liege , fo is my name begun ; . Philip , good old Sir Robert's wife's eldeft fon . ( 3 ) -- my Face so thin , That in mine ... John . From henceforth bear his name , whofe 344 King JOHN .
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Página 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Página 376 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 133 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Página 407 - 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 97 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.