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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... north - eaft wind , ( Which then blew bitterly againft our faces ) Awak'd the fleepy rheume ; and fo by chance Did grace our hollow Parting with a tear . K. Rich . What faid your coufin , when you parted with him ? Aum . Farevel . And ...
... north - eaft wind , ( Which then blew bitterly againft our faces ) Awak'd the fleepy rheume ; and fo by chance Did grace our hollow Parting with a tear . K. Rich . What faid your coufin , when you parted with him ? Aum . Farevel . And ...
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... , fo mine ; and all be , as it is . S CE NE III . Enter Northumberland . North . My Liege , old Gaunt commends him to your Majesty . K. Rich . What fays old Gaunt ? North . North . Nay , nothing ; all is faid : King RICHARD II . 29.
... , fo mine ; and all be , as it is . S CE NE III . Enter Northumberland . North . My Liege , old Gaunt commends him to your Majesty . K. Rich . What fays old Gaunt ? North . North . Nay , nothing ; all is faid : King RICHARD II . 29.
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William Shakespeare. North . Nay , nothing ; all is faid : His tongue is now a stringless inftrument , Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be York the next , that must be bankrupt fo ! Though death be poor , it ...
William Shakespeare. North . Nay , nothing ; all is faid : His tongue is now a stringless inftrument , Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent . York . Be York the next , that must be bankrupt fo ! Though death be poor , it ...
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... North . Well , Lords , the Duke of Lancaster is dead . Rofs . And living too , for now his fon is Duke . Willo . Barely in title , not in revenue . North . Richly in both , if juftice had her right . Rofs . My heart is great ; but it ...
... North . Well , Lords , the Duke of Lancaster is dead . Rofs . And living too , for now his fon is Duke . Willo . Barely in title , not in revenue . North . Richly in both , if juftice had her right . Rofs . My heart is great ; but it ...
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... North . Reproach , and diffolution , hangeth over him , Rofs . He hath not mony for these Irish wars , ( His burthenous taxations notwithstanding ) But by the robbing of the banish'd Duke . North . His noble Kinfman - moft degenerate ...
... North . Reproach , and diffolution , hangeth over him , Rofs . He hath not mony for these Irish wars , ( His burthenous taxations notwithstanding ) But by the robbing of the banish'd Duke . North . His noble Kinfman - moft degenerate ...
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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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الصفحة 310 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...