The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, 4. köideJ. and P. Knapton, 1747 |
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... sweet infant breath of gentle fleep ; ] Which thus rouz'd up with boist'rous untun'd drums , And harfh - refounding trumpets ' dreadful Bray , And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms , Might from our quiet Confines fright fair Peace ...
... sweet infant breath of gentle fleep ; ] Which thus rouz'd up with boist'rous untun'd drums , And harfh - refounding trumpets ' dreadful Bray , And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms , Might from our quiet Confines fright fair Peace ...
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... Sweet love , I fee , changing his property , Turns to the fow'rest and most deadly hate : Again uncurfe their fouls ; their peace is made [ curfe , With heads , and not with hands : thofe , whom you Have felt the worft of death's ...
... Sweet love , I fee , changing his property , Turns to the fow'rest and most deadly hate : Again uncurfe their fouls ; their peace is made [ curfe , With heads , and not with hands : thofe , whom you Have felt the worft of death's ...
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... Sweet peace conduct his foul To th ' bofom of good Abraham ! -Lords appealants , Your diff'rences fhall all reft under gage , Till we affign you to your days of tryal . SCENE Enter York . II . York . Great Duke of Lancaster , I come to ...
... Sweet peace conduct his foul To th ' bofom of good Abraham ! -Lords appealants , Your diff'rences fhall all reft under gage , Till we affign you to your days of tryal . SCENE Enter York . II . York . Great Duke of Lancaster , I come to ...
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... Sweet , To grim Neceffity ; and he and I Will keep a league till death . Hye thee to 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 ...
... Sweet , To grim Neceffity ; and he and I Will keep a league till death . Hye thee to 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 ...
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... Sweet York , fweet husband , be not of that mind : He is as like thee as a man may be , Nor like to me , nor any of my kin , And yet I love him . York . Make way , unruly woman . [ Exit . Dutch . After , Aumerle ; mount thee upon his ...
... Sweet York , fweet husband , be not of that mind : He is as like thee as a man may be , Nor like to me , nor any of my kin , And yet I love him . York . Make way , unruly woman . [ Exit . Dutch . After , Aumerle ; mount thee upon his ...
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againſt anſwer arms Bard Bardolph becauſe blood Boling Bolingbroke caufe coufin Crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff father fave fear feem felf felves fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firſt flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe horſe Juft King Henry Liege lord lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft morrow moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland Oxford Editor peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins Pope pow'r prefent Prince Prince of Wales Pucel reafon reft Reignier Rich Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shal ſhall Sir John Sir John Falstaff ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand uncle unto Weft whofe word York
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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...