The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, Volume 4J. and P. Knapton, 1747 |
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... France , And cloifter thee in fome Religious Houfe ; Our holy lives must win a new world's Crown , Which our profane hours here have stricken down . Queen . What , is my Richard both in fhape and mind Transform'd and weak ? hath ...
... France , And cloifter thee in fome Religious Houfe ; Our holy lives must win a new world's Crown , Which our profane hours here have stricken down . Queen . What , is my Richard both in fhape and mind Transform'd and weak ? hath ...
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... France . K. Rich . Northumberland , thou ladder wherewithal The mounting Bolingbroke afcends my Throne , The time shall not be many hours of age More than it is , ere foul fin , gath'ring head , Shall break into corruption ; thou fhalt ...
... France . K. Rich . Northumberland , thou ladder wherewithal The mounting Bolingbroke afcends my Throne , The time shall not be many hours of age More than it is , ere foul fin , gath'ring head , Shall break into corruption ; thou fhalt ...
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In Eight Volumes William Shakespeare William Warburton. Weep thou for me in France ; I for thee here : Better far off ; than near , be ne'er the near . Go , count thy way with fighs , I mine with groans : Queen . So longeft way fhall ...
In Eight Volumes William Shakespeare William Warburton. Weep thou for me in France ; I for thee here : Better far off ; than near , be ne'er the near . Go , count thy way with fighs , I mine with groans : Queen . So longeft way fhall ...
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... France let foot at Ravenfpurg ; And ev'n as I was then , is Percy now . Now by my scepter , and my foul to boot , He hath more worthy intereft to the State , Than thou , the fhadow of fucceffion ! For , of no Right , nor colour like to ...
... France let foot at Ravenfpurg ; And ev'n as I was then , is Percy now . Now by my scepter , and my foul to boot , He hath more worthy intereft to the State , Than thou , the fhadow of fucceffion ! For , of no Right , nor colour like to ...
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... France . I heard a bird fo fing , Whose musick , to my thinking , pleas'd the King . Come , will you hence ? Exeunt . EPILOGUE . EPILOGUE . F Spoken by a DANCER . IRST , King HENRY IV . 313 Manent Lancaster, and Chief Justice. ...
... France . I heard a bird fo fing , Whose musick , to my thinking , pleas'd the King . Come , will you hence ? Exeunt . EPILOGUE . EPILOGUE . F Spoken by a DANCER . IRST , King HENRY IV . 313 Manent Lancaster, and Chief Justice. ...
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Page 117 - 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 187 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it 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 392 - 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 52 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 411 - 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!
Page 281 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 249 - 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 187 - 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 - 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 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...