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Alexander Anaxarchus Antony Apelles Aristotle arms Baldock Bayly behold blood Caesar Campaspe cham Chorus chould chyll Cicero Clytus Cocke cometh command Cornelia dame Chat death devil Diccon Diogenes Doctor Rat doth earl earth Edmund Edward England Enter Ereunt Euphues eyes fair father fear fortune friends Gammer Gurton's Gammer Gurton's Needle Gaveston Gismunda gods Gog's grace Granichus grief Gurney hand hast hath head heart heaven Hephestion Hodge honour Julio king knave Lady Lancaster Lightborn live lord Lucrece Lust's Dominion Madam majesty Manes Marlow master master doctor Matrevis mind Mortimer junior neele never noble Parmenio Pembroke Pompey prince Psyllus Queen Renuchio Rome S C E Shakspeare shame shew soldiers sorrow soul Spencer Steevens Steevens's Note sweet sword Tancred tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou shalt thought Timoclea unto Warwick wold word
第 129 頁 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid ; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
第 340 頁 - Tis not a black coat and a little band, A velvet caped cloak, faced before with serge, And smelling to a nosegay all the day, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or saying a long grace at a table's end, Or making low legs to a nobleman, Or looking downward with your eyelids close, And saying, " Truly, an't may please your honour...
第 403 頁 - And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher, Why should I grieve at my declining fall? — Farewell, fair queen; weep not for Mortimer, That scorns the world, and, as a traveller, Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
第 334 頁 - This which I urge is of a burning zeal To mend the king and do our country good. Know you not Gaveston hath store of gold, Which may in Ireland purchase him such friends As he will front the mightiest of us all?
第 383 頁 - But, hapless Edward, thou art fondly* led; They pass* not for thy frowns as late they did, But seek to make a new-elected king; Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts, Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments, And in this torment comfort find I none, But that I feel the crown upon my head ; And therefore let me wear it yet awhile.
第 398 頁 - LIGHT. To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were us'd, For she relents at this your misery : And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears, To see a king in this most piteous state ? EDW. Weep'st thou already ? list awhile to me, And then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is, Or as Matrevis', hewn from the Caucasus, Yet will it melt, ere I have done my tale.
第 324 頁 - He claps his cheeks, and hangs about his neck, Smiles in his face, and whispers in his ears; And, when I come, he frowns, as who should say, "Go whither thou wilt, seeing I have Gaveston.