...keeping his court in it ; so that though Shakespeare may have had it in his mind, be did not follow it. Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...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 — T am a king??...

...Comes at the last, and, with a little pin, Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell, king I Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...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 ?...

...iii. ec. 3. and with what an innate nobility of heart does he repress the homage of his attendants I " Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...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?"...

...thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king! Cover your heads , and mock not flesh and blood With...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?...

...iii. ec. 3. and with what an innate nobility of heart does he repress the homage of his attendants! " Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...ceremonious duty. For you have but mistook me all this while : 1 live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need IHends :— Subjected thus, How can you...

...our mortal seeking: The flower in gone ! THE CAPTIVE MONARCH. BY MRS. F.DWABD THOMAS. CHAPTER I. " Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...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?"...

...lute-strings of his breaking heart, and in wild, plaintive music he wails the of departing royalty. ' Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...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...

...ettabluhed, or cuttomary homage. For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends : — Subjected...? Car. My lord, wise men ne'er wail their present woesf, But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives,...

...thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Borest through his castle walls, and — farewell king ! Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With...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...

...thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king ! RT OF ACT III. I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends: — Subjected thus, How can you say to me — I am a king?...