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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... dead ? How wildly then walks my Eftate in France ? Under whofe Conduct came thofe Powers of France } That thou for Truth giv'ft out are landed here ? Mef . Under the Dauphin . Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret . K. John . Thou haft ...
... dead ? How wildly then walks my Eftate in France ? Under whofe Conduct came thofe Powers of France } That thou for Truth giv'ft out are landed here ? Mef . Under the Dauphin . Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret . K. John . Thou haft ...
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... dead ! Enter Hubert . [ Exit . Hub . My Lord , they fay five Moons were seen to Night : Four fixed , and the fifth did whirl about The other four , in wondrous Motion . K. John . Five Moons ? Hub . Old Men and Beldams , in the Streets ...
... dead ! Enter Hubert . [ Exit . Hub . My Lord , they fay five Moons were seen to Night : Four fixed , and the fifth did whirl about The other four , in wondrous Motion . K. John . Five Moons ? Hub . Old Men and Beldams , in the Streets ...
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... dead , but thou hadit none to kill him . Hub . No had , my Lord ? why did you not provoke me ? K. John . It is the Curfe of Kings , to be attended By Slaves that take their Humours for a Warrant , To break the bloody House of Life , And ...
... dead , but thou hadit none to kill him . Hub . No had , my Lord ? why did you not provoke me ? K. John . It is the Curfe of Kings , to be attended By Slaves that take their Humours for a Warrant , To break the bloody House of Life , And ...
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... dead . Put up thy Sword betime , Or I'll fo maul you , and your tofting - Iron , That you fhall think the Devil is come from Hell . Bigot . What will you do , renowned Faulconbridge ? Second a Villain , and a Murderer ? Hub . Lord Bigot ...
... dead . Put up thy Sword betime , Or I'll fo maul you , and your tofting - Iron , That you fhall think the Devil is come from Hell . Bigot . What will you do , renowned Faulconbridge ? Second a Villain , and a Murderer ? Hub . Lord Bigot ...
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... dead Royalty ? The Life , the Right , and Truth of ali this Realm Is fled to Heav'n , and England now is left To tug and fcamole , and to part by th ' Teeth The unowed Intereft of p oud fwelling State : Now for the base - pickt Bone of ...
... dead Royalty ? The Life , the Right , and Truth of ali this Realm Is fled to Heav'n , and England now is left To tug and fcamole , and to part by th ' Teeth The unowed Intereft of p oud fwelling State : Now for the base - pickt Bone of ...
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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...