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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Shall I seem crest - falln in my father's sight , * Or with pale beggar face impeach
my height , Before this out - dar'd Dastard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound my
Honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear $
The ...
Shall I seem crest - falln in my father's sight , * Or with pale beggar face impeach
my height , Before this out - dar'd Dastard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound my
Honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear $
The ...
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He is come to ope The purple Testament of bleeding War ; But ere the Crown , he
looks for , o light in peace , Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers ' fons Shall ill
become the flow'r of England's face ; Change the complexion of her maid ...
He is come to ope The purple Testament of bleeding War ; But ere the Crown , he
looks for , o light in peace , Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers ' fons Shall ill
become the flow'r of England's face ; Change the complexion of her maid ...
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come . Let it command a mirror hither straight , That it may shew me what a face I
have , Since it is bankrupt of his Majesty . Boling . Go some of you , and fetch a
looking - glass . North . Read o'er this paper , while the glass doth [ hell . K. Rich .
come . Let it command a mirror hither straight , That it may shew me what a face I
have , Since it is bankrupt of his Majesty . Boling . Go some of you , and fetch a
looking - glass . North . Read o'er this paper , while the glass doth [ hell . K. Rich .
Page 165
Do thou amend thy face , and I'll amend my life . Thou art our Admiral , thou
bearest the lanthorn in the poop , but ' tis in the nose of thee ; thou art the knight
of the burning lamp . Bard . Why , Sir Jobn , my face does you no harm . Fal . No ,
I'll ...
Do thou amend thy face , and I'll amend my life . Thou art our Admiral , thou
bearest the lanthorn in the poop , but ' tis in the nose of thee ; thou art the knight
of the burning lamp . Bard . Why , Sir Jobn , my face does you no harm . Fal . No ,
I'll ...
Page 197
But let my favour hide thy mangled face , And , ev'n in thy behalf , I'll thank my self
For doing these fair Rites of tenderness . Adieu , and take thy praise with thee to
heav'n ; Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the Grave , But not remember'd in thy ...
But let my favour hide thy mangled face , And , ev'n in thy behalf , I'll thank my self
For doing these fair Rites of tenderness . Adieu , and take thy praise with thee to
heav'n ; Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the Grave , But not remember'd in thy ...
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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 117 - 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...
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| Title | King Richard II. King Henry IV. King Henry VI, part 1 Volume 4 of The Works of Shakespear in Eight Volumes: The Genuine Text (collated with All the Former Editions, and Then Corrected and Emended) is Here Settled: Being Restored from the Blunders of the First Editors, and the Interpolations of the Two Last: with a Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory, John and Paul Knapton (Firm) |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Contributors | Samuel Birt, Thomas Longman, John and Paul Knapton (Firm) |
| Publisher | J. 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 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 13 Sep 2007 |
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