King Richard II. King Henry IV. King Henry VI, part 1J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman and T. Shewell, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod., 1747 |
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Strana 8
... hand . What confirms this , is , that the context does every where exactly ( and frequently much better ) connect without the inferted rhymes , except in a very few places ; and juft there too , the rhyming verfes are of a much better ...
... hand . What confirms this , is , that the context does every where exactly ( and frequently much better ) connect without the inferted rhymes , except in a very few places ; and juft there too , the rhyming verfes are of a much better ...
Strana 10
... hands , Which made the fault that we cannot correct , Put we our Quarrel to the Will of heav'n ; Who when it fees the ... hand and Murder's bloody axe ! Ah , Gaunt ! his blood was thine ; that bed , that womb , That metal , that felf ...
... hands , Which made the fault that we cannot correct , Put we our Quarrel to the Will of heav'n ; Who when it fees the ... hand and Murder's bloody axe ! Ah , Gaunt ! his blood was thine ; that bed , that womb , That metal , that felf ...
Strana 13
... to touch the Lifts , Except the Marfhal , and fuch Officers Appointed to direct these fair defigns . [ hand , And Boling , Lord Marshal , let me kifs my Sovereign's And bow my knee before his Majesty : For Mowbray King RICHARD II . 13.
... to touch the Lifts , Except the Marfhal , and fuch Officers Appointed to direct these fair defigns . [ hand , And Boling , Lord Marshal , let me kifs my Sovereign's And bow my knee before his Majesty : For Mowbray King RICHARD II . 13.
Strana 14
... hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will defcend and fold him in our arms . Coufin of Hereford , as thy Caufe is right , So be thy Fortune in this royal fight ! Farewel , my Blood ; which if to day thou fhed , Lament we may , but ...
... hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will defcend and fold him in our arms . Coufin of Hereford , as thy Caufe is right , So be thy Fortune in this royal fight ! Farewel , my Blood ; which if to day thou fhed , Lament we may , but ...
Strana 18
... hands . The language I have learn'd these forty years , My native English , now I muft forego ; " And now my tongue's ufe is to me no more , “ Than an unftringed viol , or a harp ; " Or , like a cunning Inftrument cas'd up , " Or being ...
... hands . The language I have learn'd these forty years , My native English , now I muft forego ; " And now my tongue's ufe is to me no more , “ Than an unftringed viol , or a harp ; " Or , like a cunning Inftrument cas'd up , " Or being ...
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againſt anſwer arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke coufin Crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff father fave fear feem felf fhall fhame fhew fhould fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand fuch fweet fword Gaunt Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe horſe houſe Juft Liege lord lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft morrow moſt Mowb muft muſt never night noble Northumberland Oxford Editor peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins Pope pow'r prefent Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reaſon Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſelf Shal ſhall Sir John ſpeak ſtand ſtay Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thoſe thou art thouſand uncle unto uſe Weft whofe Whoſe word York
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Strana 310 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Strana 115 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
Strana 251 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Strana 191 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Strana 191 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Strana 252 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the shipboy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Strana 254 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Strana 109 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Strana 26 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Strana 59 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...