The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 4J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... arm to arm , What I have spoken , or thou canst devise . Mob . I take it up , and by that Sword I fwear , Which gently laid my Knighthood on my shoulder , I'll answer thee in any fair degree , Or chivalrous defign of knightly tryal ...
... arm to arm , What I have spoken , or thou canst devise . Mob . I take it up , and by that Sword I fwear , Which gently laid my Knighthood on my shoulder , I'll answer thee in any fair degree , Or chivalrous defign of knightly tryal ...
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... Arms . Be ready to direct these home - alarms .. [ Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Duke of Lancafter's Gaunt . Palace . Enter Gaunt and Dutchess of Gloucefter . A Las ! the part I had in Glofter's blood Doth more follicit me , than your ...
... Arms . Be ready to direct these home - alarms .. [ Exeunt . SCENE changes to the Duke of Lancafter's Gaunt . Palace . Enter Gaunt and Dutchess of Gloucefter . A Las ! the part I had in Glofter's blood Doth more follicit me , than your ...
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... arm against his Minifter . Dutch . Where then , alas , may I complain my felf ? Gaunt . To heav'n , the widow's Champion and De- fence . Dutch . Why then , I will : farewel , old Gaunt , fare- wel . Thou go'ft to Coventry , there to ...
... arm against his Minifter . Dutch . Where then , alas , may I complain my felf ? Gaunt . To heav'n , the widow's Champion and De- fence . Dutch . Why then , I will : farewel , old Gaunt , fare- wel . Thou go'ft to Coventry , there to ...
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... arm'd ? Aum . Yea , at all points , and longs to en- " M ter in . Mar. The Duke of Norfork , fprightfully and bold , Stays but the Summons of th ' Appellant's trumpet . Aum . Why , then the Champions are prepar'd , and ftay For nothing ...
... arm'd ? Aum . Yea , at all points , and longs to en- " M ter in . Mar. The Duke of Norfork , fprightfully and bold , Stays but the Summons of th ' Appellant's trumpet . Aum . Why , then the Champions are prepar'd , and ftay For nothing ...
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... arms , Defendant . K. Rich . Marshal , demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arrival here in arms ; Ask him his name , and orderly proceed . To fwear him in the juftice of his Caufe . Mar. In God's name and the King's , fay who ...
... arms , Defendant . K. Rich . Marshal , demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arrival here in arms ; Ask him his name , and orderly proceed . To fwear him in the juftice of his Caufe . Mar. In God's name and the King's , fay who ...
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Page 102 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced 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-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Page 295 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Page 265 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Page 208 - 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 70 - 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 294 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 23 - 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 209 - 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 87 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Page 265 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.