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Alarum arms art thou bear blood brave brother Buckingham Burgundy Cade canst cardinal Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth duke Humphrey duke of Burgundy duke of York earl enemies England Enter King HENRY Exeunt Exit farewell fear fight foes France French friends give Gloster grace gracious hand hath head heart heaven hence Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Iden Jack Cade John John of Gaunt lady Lancaster leave live lord lord protector madam majesty Mess ne'er never noble peace Plantagenet prince protector PUCELLE Queen MARGARET Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Saint Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame slain soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor uncle unto valiant Warwick wilt words
Page 211 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Page 201 - Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment ? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man ? Some say, the bee stings ; but I say, 'tis the bee's wax, for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.
Page 304 - That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns Seeking a way, and straying from the way ; Not knowing how to find the open air, But toiling desperately to find it out, — Torment myself to catch the English crown : And from that torment I will free myself, Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. "Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ; And cry, content...
Page 15 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
Page 283 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 42 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose. And here I prophesy, — this brawl to-day , Grown to this faction in the Temple garden, Shall send , between the red rose and the white , A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Page 38 - Let him that is a true-born gentleman And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth. From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. 30 Som. Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.