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 7
... heart , Through the false paffage of thy throat , thou lieft ! Three parts of that Receipt I had for Calais , Disburst I to his Highnefs ' foldiers ; The other part referv'd I by confent , For that my fovereign Liege was in my debt ...
... heart , Through the false paffage of thy throat , thou lieft ! Three parts of that Receipt I had for Calais , Disburst I to his Highnefs ' foldiers ; The other part referv'd I by confent , For that my fovereign Liege was in my debt ...
Strana 15
... heart Caft off his chains of bondage , and embrace His golden uncontroul'd enfranchisement , More than my dancing foul doth celebrate This Feast of battle , with mine adversary . Moft mighty Liege , and my companion Peers , Take from my ...
... heart Caft off his chains of bondage , and embrace His golden uncontroul'd enfranchisement , More than my dancing foul doth celebrate This Feast of battle , with mine adversary . Moft mighty Liege , and my companion Peers , Take from my ...
Strana 19
... heart , thy fad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away ; fix frozen winters spent , Return with Welcome home from Banifhment . Boling . How long a time lies in one little word ! Four lagging Winters , and ...
... heart , thy fad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away ; fix frozen winters spent , Return with Welcome home from Banifhment . Boling . How long a time lies in one little word ! Four lagging Winters , and ...
Strana 21
... heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy abfence for a time . Boling . Joy abfent , grief is prefent for that time . Gaunt . What is fix winters ? they are quickly gone . Boling . To men in joy ; but grief makes one hour ten . Gaunt . Call ...
... heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy abfence for a time . Boling . Joy abfent , grief is prefent for that time . Gaunt . What is fix winters ? they are quickly gone . Boling . To men in joy ; but grief makes one hour ten . Gaunt . Call ...
Strana 23
... heart difdained that my tongue Should fo prophane the word , That taught me craft To counterfeit oppreffion of fuch ... hearts , With humble and familiar courtefie ? What reverence he did throw away on flaves ; Wooing poor crafts - men ...
... heart difdained that my tongue Should fo prophane the word , That taught me craft To counterfeit oppreffion of fuch ... hearts , With humble and familiar courtefie ? What reverence he did throw away on flaves ; Wooing poor crafts - men ...
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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...