King Richard II. King Henry IV. King Henry VI, part 1J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman and T. Shewell, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod., 1747 |
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... foul answer it in heav'n . Thou art a traitor and a miscreant ; Too good to be fo , and too bad to live ; Since , the more fair and crystal is the Sky , The The uglier feem the Clouds , that in it fly 4 King RICHARD II .
... foul answer it in heav'n . Thou art a traitor and a miscreant ; Too good to be fo , and too bad to live ; Since , the more fair and crystal is the Sky , The The uglier feem the Clouds , that in it fly 4 King RICHARD II .
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... foul Traytor's Name ftuff I thy throat ; And wish , so please my Sov'reign , ere I move , What my Tongue fpeaks , my Right - drawn Sword may prove . Mowb . Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal ; ' Tis not the tryal of a woman's war ...
... foul Traytor's Name ftuff I thy throat ; And wish , so please my Sov'reign , ere I move , What my Tongue fpeaks , my Right - drawn Sword may prove . Mowb . Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal ; ' Tis not the tryal of a woman's war ...
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... foul through streams of blood ; Which blood , like facrificing Abel's , cries Even from the tonguelefs caverns of the earth , To me , for juftice , and rough chastisement . And by the glorious Worth of my Defcent , This arm fhall do it ...
... foul through streams of blood ; Which blood , like facrificing Abel's , cries Even from the tonguelefs caverns of the earth , To me , for juftice , and rough chastisement . And by the glorious Worth of my Defcent , This arm fhall do it ...
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... foul a liar . K. Rich . Mowbray , impartial are our eyes and ears . Were he our brother , nay , our Kingdom's heir , As he is but our father's brother's fon ; Now by my Scepter's awe , I make a vow , Such neighbour - nearnefs to our ...
... foul a liar . K. Rich . Mowbray , impartial are our eyes and ears . Were he our brother , nay , our Kingdom's heir , As he is but our father's brother's fon ; Now by my Scepter's awe , I make a vow , Such neighbour - nearnefs to our ...
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... foul with flander's venom'd fpear : The which no balme can cure , but his heart - blood Which breath'd this poifon , 3 This we prefcribe , though no phyfician , & c ] I must make one remark , in general , on the Rhymes throughout this ...
... foul with flander's venom'd fpear : The which no balme can cure , but his heart - blood Which breath'd this poifon , 3 This we prefcribe , though no phyfician , & c ] I must make one remark , in general , on the Rhymes throughout this ...
Términos y frases comunes
againſt anſwer arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke coufin Crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff father fave fear feem felf fhall fhame fhew fhould fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand fuch fweet fword Gaunt Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe horſe houſe Juft Liege lord lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft morrow moſt Mowb muft muſt never night noble Northumberland Oxford Editor peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins Pope pow'r prefent Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reaſon Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſelf Shal ſhall Sir John ſpeak ſtand ſtay Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thoſe thou art thouſand uncle unto uſe Weft whofe Whoſe word York
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Página 310 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Página 115 - 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 drowne'd honour by the locks...
Página 251 - 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...
Página 191 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Página 191 - 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
Página 252 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the shipboy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Página 254 - 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.
Página 109 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. 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...
Página 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...
Página 59 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...