King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, part I-IIC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Page 148
... North . Richly in both , if juftice had her right . Rofs . My heart is great ; but it must break with filence , Ere't be difburden'd with a liberal tongue . North . Nay ,, fpeak thy mind ; and let him ne'er fpeak more , That fpeaks thy ...
... North . Richly in both , if juftice had her right . Rofs . My heart is great ; but it must break with filence , Ere't be difburden'd with a liberal tongue . North . Nay ,, fpeak thy mind ; and let him ne'er fpeak more , That fpeaks thy ...
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson, George Steevens. North . Reproach and diffolution hangeth over him . Rofs . He hath not money for these Irish wars , His burthenous taxations notwithstanding , But by the robbing of the banish'd duke .
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson, George Steevens. North . Reproach and diffolution hangeth over him . Rofs . He hath not money for these Irish wars , His burthenous taxations notwithstanding , But by the robbing of the banish'd duke .
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... North . It is my fon , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester , whencefoever . -Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I had thought , my lord , to have learn'd his health of you . North . Why , is he not with the queen ...
... North . It is my fon , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester , whencefoever . -Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I had thought , my lord , to have learn'd his health of you . North . Why , is he not with the queen ...
Page 158
... North . Have you forgot the duke of Hereford , boy ? Percy . No , my good lord , for that is not forgot , Which ne'er I did remember : to my knowledge , I never in my life did look on him . North . Then learn to know him now ; this is ...
... North . Have you forgot the duke of Hereford , boy ? Percy . No , my good lord , for that is not forgot , Which ne'er I did remember : to my knowledge , I never in my life did look on him . North . Then learn to know him now ; this is ...
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... North . It is my lord of Berkley , as I guess . Berk . My lord of Hereford , my meffage is to you . Boling . My lord , my anfwer is to Lancaster ; And I am come to feek that name in England : And I must find that title in your tongue ...
... North . It is my lord of Berkley , as I guess . Berk . My lord of Hereford , my meffage is to you . Boling . My lord , my anfwer is to Lancaster ; And I am come to feek that name in England : And I must find that title in your tongue ...
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Page 76 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 247 - 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 drowned honour by the locks; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship ! Wor.
Page 202 - 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...
Page 140 - Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Page 67 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 212 - 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 427 - 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 424 - 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 436 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
Page 497 - He is familiar with the prince only as an agent of vice ; but of this familiarity he is so proud as not only to be supercilious and haughty with common men, but to think his interest of importance to the duke of Lancaster. Yet the man thus corrupt, thus despicable, makes...