King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV, part 1T. Longman ... [and 31 others], 1793 |
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Strana 6
... peace : Be thou as lightning ' in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : " Mark hym that fhowes ye Tragedies , 66 " Thyne owne famylyar frende , By whom ye Spaniard's ...
... peace : Be thou as lightning ' in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon shall be heard : " Mark hym that fhowes ye Tragedies , 66 " Thyne owne famylyar frende , By whom ye Spaniard's ...
Strana 30
... peace of heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In fuch a juft and charitable war . K. PHI . Well then , to work ; our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this refifting town . Call for our chiefeft men of difcipline , 5that ...
... peace of heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In fuch a juft and charitable war . K. PHI . Well then , to work ; our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this refifting town . Call for our chiefeft men of difcipline , 5that ...
Strana 31
... peace , which here we urge in war ; And then we shall repent each drop of blood , That hot rash hafte fo indirectly fhed . Enter CHATILLON . K. PHI . A wonder , lady ! —lo , upon thy with , Our meffenger Chatillon is arriv'd.- What ...
... peace , which here we urge in war ; And then we shall repent each drop of blood , That hot rash hafte fo indirectly fhed . Enter CHATILLON . K. PHI . A wonder , lady ! —lo , upon thy with , Our meffenger Chatillon is arriv'd.- What ...
Strana 33
... Peace be to France ; if France in peace permit Our juft and lineal entrance to our own ! If not ; bleed France , and peace afcend to heaven ! Whiles we , God's wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beat his peace to hea ...
... Peace be to France ; if France in peace permit Our juft and lineal entrance to our own ! If not ; bleed France , and peace afcend to heaven ! Whiles we , God's wrathful agent , do correct Their proud contempt that beat his peace to hea ...
Strana 36
... Peace ! BAST . AUST . Hear the crier . " What the devil art thou ? BAST . One that will play the devil , fir , with you , An ' a may catch your hide and you alone . " You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whofe valour plucks dead ...
... Peace ! BAST . AUST . Hear the crier . " What the devil art thou ? BAST . One that will play the devil , fir , with you , An ' a may catch your hide and you alone . " You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whofe valour plucks dead ...
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againſt alfo ancient anſwer Aumerle BAST becauſe blood BOLING Bolingbroke called coufin Cymbeline death doft doth duke Earl England Engliſh Exeunt expreffion eyes fack faid Falſtaff fame Faulconbridge fays fcene fear fecond feems fenfe feven fhall fhould fignifies firft firſt folio fome forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Gaunt grief Harry Percy hath heaven Henry VI Hiftory himſelf honour itſelf JOHNSON King Henry King John King Richard lady laft lord majefty MALONE means meaſure Mortimer moſt muft muſt myſelf night Northumberland obferves old copies Oldcastle paffage Percy perfon POINS Pope prefent prifoners prince purpoſe quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece reafon Richard III ſay Shakspeare ſhall Sir John Sir John Oldcastle ſpeak ſtate STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe word
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Strana 512 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 112 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 126 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 126 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Strana 570 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it 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 547 - His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Strana 76 - As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
Strana 280 - 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...
Strana 358 - And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand; when thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Strana 391 - 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, trimly...