King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV. Part 1 ; King Henry IV. Part 2 ; Henry V ; King Henry VI. Part 1 ; King Henry VI. Part 2Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe. Sweet , fweet , fweet Poifon for the Ages Tooth , Which though I will not practife to deceive , Yet , to avoid deceit , I mean to learn ; For it fhall ftrew the Footsteps of my Rifing : But who comes ...
William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe. Sweet , fweet , fweet Poifon for the Ages Tooth , Which though I will not practife to deceive , Yet , to avoid deceit , I mean to learn ; For it fhall ftrew the Footsteps of my Rifing : But who comes ...
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... sweet Child's Death . K. John . We cannot hold Mortality's ftrong Hand . Good Lords , although my Will to give is living , The Suit which you demand is gone , and dead . He tells us Arthur is deceas'd to Night . Sal . Sal . Indeed we ...
... sweet Child's Death . K. John . We cannot hold Mortality's ftrong Hand . Good Lords , although my Will to give is living , The Suit which you demand is gone , and dead . He tells us Arthur is deceas'd to Night . Sal . Sal . Indeed we ...
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... sweet safety out In Vaults and Prifons , and to thrill and thake , Even at the crying of your Nation's Crow , Thinking his Voice an armed English Man ; Shall that victorious Hand be feebled here , That in your Chambers gave you ...
... sweet safety out In Vaults and Prifons , and to thrill and thake , Even at the crying of your Nation's Crow , Thinking his Voice an armed English Man ; Shall that victorious Hand be feebled here , That in your Chambers gave you ...
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... sweet self put on The lineal State , and glory of the Land , To whom with all fubmiflion on my Knee , I do bequeath my faithful Services , And true Subjection everlastingly . Sal . And the like tender of our Love we make , To reft ...
... sweet self put on The lineal State , and glory of the Land , To whom with all fubmiflion on my Knee , I do bequeath my faithful Services , And true Subjection everlastingly . Sal . And the like tender of our Love we make , To reft ...
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Page 1281 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Page 1187 - 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 1297 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Page 1188 - 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 1315 - 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.
Page 1128 - When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Page 1315 - ... 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 ! [Exeunt . Alarum, and Chambers go off.
Page 1081 - 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...
Page 1343 - 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...
Page 1338 - Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins lay on the king!