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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... thou liv'ft and breath'ft , Yet art thou flain in him ; thou doft confent In fome large measure to thy father's death In that thou feeft thy wretched brother die , ; Who Who was the model of thy father's life ; Call ΤΟ King RICHARD II .
... thou liv'ft and breath'ft , Yet art thou flain in him ; thou doft confent In fome large measure to thy father's death In that thou feeft thy wretched brother die , ; Who Who was the model of thy father's life ; Call ΤΟ King RICHARD II .
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... thou fly this Realm ; Since thou haft far to go , bear not along The clogging burthen of a guilty foul . Mowb . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My Name be blotted from the Book of life , And I from heav'n banish'd as from ...
... thou fly this Realm ; Since thou haft far to go , bear not along The clogging burthen of a guilty foul . Mowb . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My Name be blotted from the Book of life , And I from heav'n banish'd as from ...
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... thou canft give ; Shorten my days thou canft with fullen forrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow ; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age , But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage ; Thy word is currant with him , for ...
... thou canft give ; Shorten my days thou canft with fullen forrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow ; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age , But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage ; Thy word is currant with him , for ...
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... thou hoard thy words , That thou return'ft no Greeting to thy friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal , To breathe th ' abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is ...
... thou hoard thy words , That thou return'ft no Greeting to thy friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal , To breathe th ' abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is ...
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William Shakespeare. And thou art flying to a fresher clime . Look , what thy foul holds dear , imagin it To lye that way thou go'ft , not whence thou com'ft . Suppofe the finging birds , muficians ; The grafs whereon thou tread'ft , the ...
William Shakespeare. And thou art flying to a fresher clime . Look , what thy foul holds dear , imagin it To lye that way thou go'ft , not whence thou com'ft . Suppofe the finging birds , muficians ; The grafs whereon thou tread'ft , the ...
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Page 310 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...