The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Հատոր 4H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... peace fhall become my age ; Throw down , my fon , the Duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his . Gaunt . When , Harry , when ? Obedience bids , I should not bid again . K. Rich . Norfolk , throw down , we bid ...
... peace fhall become my age ; Throw down , my fon , the Duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his . Gaunt . When , Harry , when ? Obedience bids , I should not bid again . K. Rich . Norfolk , throw down , we bid ...
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... peace , which in our country's cradle Draws the fweet infant breath of gentle fleep ; ( Which thus rouz'd up with boift'rous untun'd drums , And And harth - refounding trumpets dreadful bray , And grating King RICHARD II . 17.
... peace , which in our country's cradle Draws the fweet infant breath of gentle fleep ; ( Which thus rouz'd up with boift'rous untun'd drums , And And harth - refounding trumpets dreadful bray , And grating King RICHARD II . 17.
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... peace , And make us wade even in our kindreds blood :) Therefore , we banish you our territories . You coufin Hereford , on pain of death , Till twice five fummers have enrich'd our fields , Shall not re - greet our fair dominions , But ...
... peace , And make us wade even in our kindreds blood :) Therefore , we banish you our territories . You coufin Hereford , on pain of death , Till twice five fummers have enrich'd our fields , Shall not re - greet our fair dominions , But ...
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... peace , was never gentle lamb more mild , Than was that young and princely gentleman ; His face thou haft , for even fo look'd he , Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours . But when he frown'd , it was againft the French , And not ...
... peace , was never gentle lamb more mild , Than was that young and princely gentleman ; His face thou haft , for even fo look'd he , Accomplish'd with the number of thy hours . But when he frown'd , it was againft the French , And not ...
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... peace , than they in wars . Rofs . The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm . Willo . The King's grown bankrupt , like a broken man . North . Reproach , and diffolution , hangeth over him . Rofs . He hath not money for these Irish ...
... peace , than they in wars . Rofs . The Earl of Wiltshire hath the realm in farm . Willo . The King's grown bankrupt , like a broken man . North . Reproach , and diffolution , hangeth over him . Rofs . He hath not money for these Irish ...
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Էջ 170 - 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
Էջ 230 - 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.
Էջ 104 - He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 296 - 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...
Էջ 109 - 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.
Էջ 355 - 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...
Էջ 228 - 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...
Էջ 189 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Էջ 255 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...