The Works of Mr. William Shakespear: In Six Volumes ; Adorn'd with CutsJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Page 989
... France to England , there to live in Peace . England we love , " and for that England's fake With burthen of our Armour here we fweat ; This Toil of ours fhould be a Work of thine ; But thou from loving England art so far , That thou ...
... France to England , there to live in Peace . England we love , " and for that England's fake With burthen of our Armour here we fweat ; This Toil of ours fhould be a Work of thine ; But thou from loving England art so far , That thou ...
Page 990
... France . Arthur of Britain , yield thee to my Hand , And out of my dear Love I'll give thee more , Than e'er the Coward - Hand of France can win ; Submit thee , Boy . Eli . Come to thy Grandam , Child . Conft . Do , Child , go to it ...
... France . Arthur of Britain , yield thee to my Hand , And out of my dear Love I'll give thee more , Than e'er the Coward - Hand of France can win ; Submit thee , Boy . Eli . Come to thy Grandam , Child . Conft . Do , Child , go to it ...
Page 992
... France for England . K. John . England for it felf ; " You Men of Angiers , and my loving Subjects . K. Phil . You loving Men of Angiers , Arthur's Subje & s , Our Trumpet call'd you to this gentle Parle- K. John . For our Advantage ...
... France for England . K. John . England for it felf ; " You Men of Angiers , and my loving Subjects . K. Phil . You loving Men of Angiers , Arthur's Subje & s , Our Trumpet call'd you to this gentle Parle- K. John . For our Advantage ...
Page 994
... France with Trumpets to the Gates . F. Her . You Men of Angiers , open wide your Gates , And let young Arthur , Duke of Britain , in ; Who by the Hand of France , this Day hath made Much Work for Tears in many an English Mother , Whole ...
... France with Trumpets to the Gates . F. Her . You Men of Angiers , open wide your Gates , And let young Arthur , Duke of Britain , in ; Who by the Hand of France , this Day hath made Much Work for Tears in many an English Mother , Whole ...
Page 995
... France , haft thou yet more Blood to caft away ? Say , fhall the Current of our Right run on ; Whofe Paffage , vext with thy Impediment , Shall leave his native Channel , and o'er - fwell , With Course disturb'd , even thy confining ...
... France , haft thou yet more Blood to caft away ? Say , fhall the Current of our Right run on ; Whofe Paffage , vext with thy Impediment , Shall leave his native Channel , and o'er - fwell , With Course disturb'd , even thy confining ...
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Page 1245 - 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 1349 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Page 1193 - 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 1364 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Page 1511 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Page 1243 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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 1089 - 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 1303 - 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 1069 - Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...