The Works of Shakespeare, Band 4J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Friends to Boling- Rofs , broke . Willoughby , Bishop of Carlisle , Sir Stephen Scroop , S Friends to King Richard . Fitzwater , Surry , Abbot of Westminster , Lords in the Parliament . Sir Pierce of Exton , Queen to King Richard ...
... Friends to Boling- Rofs , broke . Willoughby , Bishop of Carlisle , Sir Stephen Scroop , S Friends to King Richard . Fitzwater , Surry , Abbot of Westminster , Lords in the Parliament . Sir Pierce of Exton , Queen to King Richard ...
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... friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall answer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day . There fhall your Swords and Lances arbitrate : The fwelling diff'rence of your fettled hate : Since we cannot atone you , you shall fee ...
... friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall answer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day . There fhall your Swords and Lances arbitrate : The fwelling diff'rence of your fettled hate : Since we cannot atone you , you shall fee ...
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... friends . Mar. Th ' Appellant in all duty greets your Highness , [ To K. Rich . And craves to kifs your 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 ...
... friends . Mar. Th ' Appellant in all duty greets your Highness , [ To K. Rich . And craves to kifs your 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 ...
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... friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal , To breathe thabundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy abfence for a time .. Boling . Joy abfent , grief is ...
... friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal , To breathe thabundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy abfence for a time .. Boling . Joy abfent , grief is ...
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... friends . Our felf , and Bushy , Bagot here , and Green , Obferv'd his Courtship to the common people : How he did feem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtefie ; What reverence he did throw away on flaves ; Wooing ...
... friends . Our felf , and Bushy , Bagot here , and Green , Obferv'd his Courtship to the common people : How he did feem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtefie ; What reverence he did throw away on flaves ; Wooing ...
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againſt anſwer arms Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke call'd captain cauſe Colevile coufin Crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff father fave fear feem felf felves fhall fhew fhould fight fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French friends ftand fuch fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King Henry Liege look lord lord of Westmorland mafter Shallow Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift Piftol pleaſe Poins pow'r prefent Prince Pucel purpoſe reaſon Reignier Rich Richard Plantagenet ſay Shal ſhall Sir Dagonet Sir John ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand uncle unto Weft Westmorland whofe Whoſe word York
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Seite 102 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Seite 295 - 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...
Seite 265 - 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!
Seite 208 - 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...
Seite 70 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Seite 294 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Seite 23 - 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...
Seite 209 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Seite 87 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Seite 265 - 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.