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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8. oldal
... peace fhall become my age ; Throw down , my Son , the Duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his . Gaunt . When , Harry , when ? Obedience bids , I should not bid again . K. Rich . Norfolk , throw down , we bid ...
... peace fhall become my age ; Throw down , my Son , the Duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his . Gaunt . When , Harry , when ? Obedience bids , I should not bid again . K. Rich . Norfolk , throw down , we bid ...
16. oldal
... Peace , which in our country's cradle Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle fleep ; ] Which thus rouz'd up with boift'rous untun'd drums , And harsh - refounding trumpets ' dreadful Bray , And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms ...
... Peace , which in our country's cradle Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle fleep ; ] Which thus rouz'd up with boift'rous untun'd drums , And harsh - refounding trumpets ' dreadful Bray , And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms ...
17. oldal
... Peace . This is fenfe . But Mr. Pope , who carefully examined the firft printed plays in Quarto , ( very much to the ... Peace , which in our country's cradle Draws the fweet infant breath of gentle fleep , as pretty as it is in the ...
... Peace . This is fenfe . But Mr. Pope , who carefully examined the firft printed plays in Quarto , ( very much to the ... Peace , which in our country's cradle Draws the fweet infant breath of gentle fleep , as pretty as it is in the ...
30. oldal
... peace , was never gentle Lamb more mild , Than was that young and princely Gentleman ; His face thou haft , for even fo look'd he , Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours . But when he frown'd , it was against the French , And not ...
... peace , was never gentle Lamb more mild , Than was that young and princely Gentleman ; His face thou haft , for even fo look'd he , Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours . But when he frown'd , it was against the French , And not ...
33. oldal
... peace , than they in wars . Rofs . The Earl of Wiltshire hath the Realm in farm . Willo . The King's grown bankrupt , like a broken man , North . Reproach , and diffolution , hangeth over him , Rofs . He hath not mony for these Irish ...
... peace , than they in wars . Rofs . The Earl of Wiltshire hath the Realm in farm . Willo . The King's grown bankrupt , like a broken man , North . Reproach , and diffolution , hangeth over him , Rofs . He hath not mony for these Irish ...
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310. oldal - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
115. oldal - 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...
251. oldal - 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...
191. oldal - 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.
191. oldal - 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
252. oldal - 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...
254. oldal - 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.
109. oldal - 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...
26. oldal - 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...
59. oldal - 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...