The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Том 4C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... English eye ; That all the treafons for thefe eighteen years , Complotted and contrived in this land , Fetch from falfe Mowbray their first head and fpring . Further , I fay , and further will maintain Upon his bad life to make all this ...
... English eye ; That all the treafons for thefe eighteen years , Complotted and contrived in this land , Fetch from falfe Mowbray their first head and fpring . Further , I fay , and further will maintain Upon his bad life to make all this ...
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... English , now I muft forego ; And now my tongue's ufe is to me no more , Than an unftringed viol , or a harp , Or , like a cunning inftrument cas'd up , Or being open , put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony . Within ...
... English , now I muft forego ; And now my tongue's ufe is to me no more , Than an unftringed viol , or a harp , Or , like a cunning inftrument cas'd up , Or being open , put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony . Within ...
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... English breath in foreign clouds , Eating the bitter bread of banishment : While you have fed upon my figniories ; Dif - park'd my parks , and fell'd my foreft - woods ; From mine own windows torn my houshold coat ; Raz'd out my imprefs ...
... English breath in foreign clouds , Eating the bitter bread of banishment : While you have fed upon my figniories ; Dif - park'd my parks , and fell'd my foreft - woods ; From mine own windows torn my houshold coat ; Raz'd out my imprefs ...
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... English blood . North . The King of heav'n forbid , our Lord the King Should fo with civil and uncivil arms Be rush'd upon ! no , thy thrice - noble coufin , Harry of Bolingbroke , doth kifs thy hand , And by the honourable tomb he ...
... English blood . North . The King of heav'n forbid , our Lord the King Should fo with civil and uncivil arms Be rush'd upon ! no , thy thrice - noble coufin , Harry of Bolingbroke , doth kifs thy hand , And by the honourable tomb he ...
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... English Peers , And with that odds he weighs King Richard down . Poft you to London , and you'll find it fo ; I speak no more , than every one doth know . Queen . Nimble mifchance , that art fo light of foot , Doth not thy embaffage ...
... English Peers , And with that odds he weighs King Richard down . Poft you to London , and you'll find it fo ; I speak no more , than every one doth know . Queen . Nimble mifchance , that art fo light of foot , Doth not thy embaffage ...
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anfwer arms art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke call'd cauſe coufin crown Dauphin death doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff father fear feems fhall fhame fhew fhould fight fince firft flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand ftill fubjects fuch fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King Henry Liege Lord Lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland paffage peace Percy Pift Piftol pleaſe Poins pow'r prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shal ſhall Sir John ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uncle unto Weft whofe word York
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Стр. 92 - 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 369 - 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!
Стр. 237 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
Стр. 139 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 229 - 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.
Стр. 296 - Obedience : for so work the honey bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom : They have a king, and officers of sorts ; 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...
Стр. 161 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss ; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better ; tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Стр. 321 - 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.