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Page 128
... said four . Fal . Thefe four came all a - front , and mainly thruft at me ; I made no more ado , but took all their seven points in my target , thus . P. Henry . Seven ? why there were but four , even now . Fal . In buckram . Poins . Ay ...
... said four . Fal . Thefe four came all a - front , and mainly thruft at me ; I made no more ado , but took all their seven points in my target , thus . P. Henry . Seven ? why there were but four , even now . Fal . In buckram . Poins . Ay ...
Page 189
... Said he , young Harry Percy's fpur was cold ? Rebellion had ill luck ? Bard . My Lord , I'll tell you ; If my young Lord your fon have not the day , Upon mine honour , for a filken point I'll give my barony . Ne'er talk of it . North ...
... Said he , young Harry Percy's fpur was cold ? Rebellion had ill luck ? Bard . My Lord , I'll tell you ; If my young Lord your fon have not the day , Upon mine honour , for a filken point I'll give my barony . Ne'er talk of it . North ...
Page 313
... said , they were devils in- carnate . Quick . A ' could never abide carnation , ' twas a colour he never lik'd . Boy . He faid once , the deule would have him about women . Quick . He did in fome fort , indeed , handle women ; any fcene ...
... said , they were devils in- carnate . Quick . A ' could never abide carnation , ' twas a colour he never lik'd . Boy . He faid once , the deule would have him about women . Quick . He did in fome fort , indeed , handle women ; any fcene ...
Page 314
... said , it was a black foul burning in hell ? Bard . Well , the fuel is gone , that maintain'd that fire : that's all the riches I got in his fervice . Nim . Shall we hogg ? the King will be gone from Southampton . Pift . Come , let's ...
... said , it was a black foul burning in hell ? Bard . Well , the fuel is gone , that maintain'd that fire : that's all the riches I got in his fervice . Nim . Shall we hogg ? the King will be gone from Southampton . Pift . Come , let's ...
Page 339
... said , he car'd not who knew it . Orl . He needs not , it is no hidden virtue in him . Con . By my faith , Sir , but it is ; never any body faw it , but his lacquey ; ' tis a hooded valour , and when it appears , it will bate . Orl ...
... said , he car'd not who knew it . Orl . He needs not , it is no hidden virtue in him . Con . By my faith , Sir , but it is ; never any body faw it , but his lacquey ; ' tis a hooded valour , and when it appears , it will bate . Orl ...
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Page 170 - 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 230 - 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 104 - He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
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 296 - 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 109 - 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.
Page 355 - 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 228 - 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 189 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Page 255 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...