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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... Friends to Boling- Rofs , broke . } Friends to King Richard . Lords in the Parliament . Willoughby , Bishop of Carlisle , Sir Stephen Scroop , Fitzwater , Surry , Abbot of Weftminster , Sir Pierce of Exton , Queen to King Richard ...
... Friends to Boling- Rofs , broke . } Friends to King Richard . Lords in the Parliament . Willoughby , Bishop of Carlisle , Sir Stephen Scroop , Fitzwater , Surry , Abbot of Weftminster , Sir Pierce of Exton , Queen to King Richard ...
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... friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall anfwer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day . There fhall your Swords and Lances arbitrate The fwelling diff'rence of your fettled hate : 4 Or with pale beggar face- ] i . e . with a face of ...
... friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall anfwer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day . There fhall your Swords and Lances arbitrate The fwelling diff'rence of your fettled hate : 4 Or with pale beggar face- ] i . e . with a face of ...
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... friends . Mar. Th ' Appellant in all duty greets yourHighness , [ To K. Rich . And craves to kiss your hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will defcend and fold him in our arms . Coufin of Hereford , as thy Caufe is right , So be ...
... friends . Mar. Th ' Appellant in all duty greets yourHighness , [ To K. Rich . And craves to kiss your hand , and take his leave . K. Rich . We will defcend and fold him in our arms . Coufin of Hereford , as thy Caufe is right , So be ...
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... friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal , To breathe th ' abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy abfence for a time . Boling . Joy abfent , grief is ...
... friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal , To breathe th ' abundant dolour of the heart . Gaunt . Thy grief is but thy abfence for a time . Boling . Joy abfent , grief is ...
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... friends . Our felf , and Bushy , Bagot here , and Green , Obferv'd his Courtship to the common people : How he did feem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtefie ? What reverence he did throw away on flaves ; Wooing ...
... friends . Our felf , and Bushy , Bagot here , and Green , Obferv'd his Courtship to the common people : How he did feem to dive into their hearts , With humble and familiar courtefie ? What reverence he did throw away on flaves ; Wooing ...
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Page 310 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...