The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Том 4H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... honour'd Lancaster , Haft thou , according to thy oath and bond , Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold fon , Here to make good the boift'rous late appeal , ( 1 ) The life and death of King Richard II . ] But this history com- prizes ...
... honour'd Lancaster , Haft thou , according to thy oath and bond , Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold fon , Here to make good the boift'rous late appeal , ( 1 ) The life and death of King Richard II . ] But this history com- prizes ...
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... honour's pawn , then floop . By that , and all the rites of knighthood elfe , Will I make good against thee , arm to arm , What I have spoken , or thou canst devise . Mowb . I take it up , and by that sword I fwear , Which gently laid ...
... honour's pawn , then floop . By that , and all the rites of knighthood elfe , Will I make good against thee , arm to arm , What I have spoken , or thou canst devise . Mowb . I take it up , and by that sword I fwear , Which gently laid ...
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... honour is my life , both grow in one ; Take honour from me , and my life is done . Then , dear my Liege , mine honour let me try ; In that I live , and for that will I die . K. Rich . Coufin , throw down your gage ; do you begin ...
... honour is my life , both grow in one ; Take honour from me , and my life is done . Then , dear my Liege , mine honour let me try ; In that I live , and for that will I die . K. Rich . Coufin , throw down your gage ; do you begin ...
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... honour , And not , the King exil'd thee . Or fuppofe , Devouring peftilence hangs in our air , And thou art flying to a fresher clime . Look , what thy foul holds dear , imagine it To lie that way thou go'ft , not whence thou com'st ...
... honour , And not , the King exil'd thee . Or fuppofe , Devouring peftilence hangs in our air , And thou art flying to a fresher clime . Look , what thy foul holds dear , imagine it To lie that way thou go'ft , not whence thou com'st ...
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... honour have . [ Exit , borne out . K. Rich . And let them die , that age and fullens have ; For both haft thou , and both become the grave . York . I do befeech your Majesty , impute His words to wayward ficklinefs , and age : He loves ...
... honour have . [ Exit , borne out . K. Rich . And let them die , that age and fullens have ; For both haft thou , and both become the grave . York . I do befeech your Majesty , impute His words to wayward ficklinefs , and age : He loves ...
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Сторінка 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
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 255 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...