| "Under the bludgeonings of chance" "My head is bloody, but unbow'd." | |
| To credit his own lie he did believe he was indeed the Duke confederates wi' the King of Naples to give him annual tribute and bend my Dukedom yet unbow'd to most ignoble stooping | |
| confederates, So dry he was for sway, wi' th' King of Naples, to give him annual tribute,do him homage, subject his coronet to his crown, and bend the dukedom, yet unbow'd, | |
| "Under the bludgeonings of chance" "My head is bloody, but unbow'd." | |
| To credit his own lie he did believe he was indeed the Duke confederates wi' the King of Naples to give him annual tribute and bend my Dukedom yet unbow'd to most ignoble stooping | |
| confederates, So dry he was for sway, wi' th' King of Naples, to give him annual tribute,do him homage, subject his coronet to his crown, and bend the dukedom, yet unbow'd, | |
| "Berard! He rides past, his head unbowed." | |
| "He rides past, his head unbowed." | |
| "Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed" | |
| And for that I will remain unbowed! | |
| And there I found him, in the words of Henley, "bloodied but unbowed." | |
| "Berard! He rides past, his head unbowed." | |
| "He rides past, his head unbowed." | |
| "Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed" | |
| And for that I will remain unbowed! | |
| And there I found him, in the words of Henley, "bloodied but unbowed." | |
