King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV. Part 1 ; King Henry IV. Part 2 ; Henry V ; King Henry VI. Part 1 ; King Henry VI. Part 2Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Pagina 983
... Night or Day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The very Spirit of Plantagenet : I am thy Grandam , Richard , call me fo . Baft . Madam , by chance , but not by truth , what tho ' ; Something about , a little from the right ...
... Night or Day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The very Spirit of Plantagenet : I am thy Grandam , Richard , call me fo . Baft . Madam , by chance , but not by truth , what tho ' ; Something about , a little from the right ...
Pagina 984
... Night , And have is have , however Men do catch : Near or far off , well won is ftill well fhot , And I am I , howe'er I was begot . K. John . Go , Faulconbridge , now haft thou thy defire , A Landlefs Knight , makes thee a Landed ...
... Night , And have is have , however Men do catch : Near or far off , well won is ftill well fhot , And I am I , howe'er I was begot . K. John . Go , Faulconbridge , now haft thou thy defire , A Landlefs Knight , makes thee a Landed ...
Pagina 1012
... Night ; If this fame were a Church - yard where we ftand , And thou poffeffed with a thousand Wrongs ; Or if that furly Spirit , Melancholy , Had bak'd thy Blood , and made it heavy , thick , Which elfe runs trickling up and down the ...
... Night ; If this fame were a Church - yard where we ftand , And thou poffeffed with a thousand Wrongs ; Or if that furly Spirit , Melancholy , Had bak'd thy Blood , and made it heavy , thick , Which elfe runs trickling up and down the ...
Pagina 1014
... Night , Thou Hate and Terror to Profperity , And I will kifs thy deteftable Bones ; And put my Eye - Balls in thy vaulty Brows , And ring thefe Fingers with thy houfhould Worms , And ftop this Gap of Breath with fulfom Duft , And be a ...
... Night , Thou Hate and Terror to Profperity , And I will kifs thy deteftable Bones ; And put my Eye - Balls in thy vaulty Brows , And ring thefe Fingers with thy houfhould Worms , And ftop this Gap of Breath with fulfom Duft , And be a ...
Pagina 1018
... Night Only for Wantonnefs ; by my Christendom , So I were out of Prison , and kept Sheep , I fhould be as merry as the Day is long : And fo I would be here , but that I doubt My Uncle practifes more Harm to me . He is afraid of me , and ...
... Night Only for Wantonnefs ; by my Christendom , So I were out of Prison , and kept Sheep , I fhould be as merry as the Day is long : And fo I would be here , but that I doubt My Uncle practifes more Harm to me . He is afraid of me , and ...
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againſt anfwer Arms art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph Blood Bulling Bullingbroke Cade Caufe Coufin Crown Dauphin Death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Duke of York e'er England Enter King Exeunt Exit Eyes faid Falstaff Father Faulconbridge fave fear felf felves feven fhall fhew fhould fight fince firft flain fome fpeak France ftand ftill fuch fweet give Grace Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n himſelf Hoft Honour Horfe Jack Cade Juft King Henry Lady Liege Lord Lord of Westmorland Love lyes Mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never Night noble Northumberland Peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins prefent Prifoner Prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Shal ſhall Sir John Soldiers Soul ſpeak Suffolk Sword Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Tongue Tork Treafon Unkle unto Warwick Weft whofe wilt worfe York
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Pagina 1281 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Pagina 1187 - 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
Pagina 1297 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Pagina 1188 - 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.
Pagina 1315 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Pagina 1128 - When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Pagina 1315 - ... And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry ! England ! and Saint George ! [Exeunt . Alarum, and Chambers go off.
Pagina 1081 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Pagina 1343 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Pagina 1338 - Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins lay on the king!