The Works of Mr. William Shakespear: In Six Volumes ; Adorn'd with CutsJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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... Honour - giving - hand Of Cordelion , Knighted in the Field . K. John . What art thou ? Robert . The Son and Heir to that fame Faulconbridge K. John . Is that the Elder , and art thou the Heir ? You came not of one Mother , then it ...
... Honour - giving - hand Of Cordelion , Knighted in the Field . K. John . What art thou ? Robert . The Son and Heir to that fame Faulconbridge K. John . Is that the Elder , and art thou the Heir ? You came not of one Mother , then it ...
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... Honour , yours gave Land . Now bleffed be the Hour , by Night or Day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The very Spirit of Plantagenet : I am thy Grandam , Richard , call me fo . Baft . Madam , by chance , but not by truth ...
... Honour , yours gave Land . Now bleffed be the Hour , by Night or Day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The very Spirit of Plantagenet : I am thy Grandam , Richard , call me fo . Baft . Madam , by chance , but not by truth ...
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... Honour better than I was , But many a many Foot of Land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a Lady ; Good - denn , Sir Richard , Godamercy Fellow , And if his Name be George , I'll call him Peter ; For new made Honour doth forget ...
... Honour better than I was , But many a many Foot of Land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a Lady ; Good - denn , Sir Richard , Godamercy Fellow , And if his Name be George , I'll call him Peter ; For new made Honour doth forget ...
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... Honour up and down . Baft . My Brother Robert , old Sir Robert's Son , Colbrand the Giant , that fame mighty Man , Is it Sir Robert's Son that you feek fo ? Lady . Sir Robert's Son ! ay , thou unreverend Boy , Sir Robert's Son , why ...
... Honour up and down . Baft . My Brother Robert , old Sir Robert's Son , Colbrand the Giant , that fame mighty Man , Is it Sir Robert's Son that you feek fo ? Lady . Sir Robert's Son ! ay , thou unreverend Boy , Sir Robert's Son , why ...
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... Honour ftill to do What you in Wisdom ftill vouchsafe to say . K. John . Speak then , Prince Dauphin , can you love this Lady ? Lewis . Nay , ask me if I can refrain from Love , For I do love her moft unfeignedly . K. John . Then do I ...
... Honour ftill to do What you in Wisdom ftill vouchsafe to say . K. John . Speak then , Prince Dauphin , can you love this Lady ? Lewis . Nay , ask me if I can refrain from Love , For I do love her moft unfeignedly . K. John . Then do I ...
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Сторінка 1245 - 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 1349 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Сторінка 1193 - 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 1364 - 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 I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Сторінка 1511 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Сторінка 1243 - 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.
Сторінка 1089 - 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...
Сторінка 1303 - 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 1069 - Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...