Works, Volume 4Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign , my moft loving Liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign , my moft loving Liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
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... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide my high blood's royalty ;; ( Which fear , not rev'rence , makes thee to accept :) If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ...
... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide my high blood's royalty ;; ( Which fear , not rev'rence , makes thee to accept :) If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ...
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... Boling . Look what I faid , my life fhall prove it That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of lendings for your Highnefs ' foldiers , The which he hath detain❜d for lewd employments , Like a falfe traitor and ...
... Boling . Look what I faid , my life fhall prove it That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of lendings for your Highnefs ' foldiers , The which he hath detain❜d for lewd employments , Like a falfe traitor and ...
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... Boling . Chy Heaven defend my foul from such foul fin ! Shall I fee creft fall ' n in my father's fight , Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out - far'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Stall wound my honour with fuch ...
... Boling . Chy Heaven defend my foul from such foul fin ! Shall I fee creft fall ' n in my father's fight , Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out - far'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Stall wound my honour with fuch ...
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... Boling , Against whom comeft thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight , fo defend thee Heav'n ! Boling Harry of Hereford , Lancafier , and Derby , Am 1 , who ready to ftand here in arms , To prove , by Heav'n's grace and ...
... Boling , Against whom comeft thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight , fo defend thee Heav'n ! Boling Harry of Hereford , Lancafier , and Derby , Am 1 , who ready to ftand here in arms , To prove , by Heav'n's grace and ...
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againſt anfwer arms art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke cauſe coufin crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit fack fafe faid Falſtaff farewell father fave fear 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 horſe Juft King Henry Lady Liege Lord Mafter Majefty moft moſt Mowb muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift Piſtol pleaſe Poins pow'r prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon reft Reignier Rich Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE Shal ſhall Sir John ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uncle unto Weft whofe wilt York
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Page 304 - 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 162 - 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 41 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Page 196 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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.
Page 86 - 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...
Page 274 - 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 291 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Page 220 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 72 - Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Page 64 - 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...