The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Том 4C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign , my moft loving Liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign , my moft loving Liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
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... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide my high blood's royalty : ( Which fear , not rev'rence , makes thee to except :) If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ...
... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide my high blood's royalty : ( Which fear , not rev'rence , makes thee to except :) If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ...
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... Boling . Oh , heav'n defend my foul from fuch foul fin ! Shall I feem creft fall'n in my father's fight , Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out - dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound my honour with fuch ...
... Boling . Oh , heav'n defend my foul from fuch foul fin ! Shall I feem creft fall'n in my father's fight , Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out - dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound my honour with fuch ...
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... Boling . Against whom comeft thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true Knight , fo defend thee heav'n ! Boling . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster and Derby Am I , who ready here do ftand in arms , To prove , by heav'n's grace and ...
... Boling . Against whom comeft thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true Knight , fo defend thee heav'n ! Boling . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster and Derby Am I , who ready here do ftand in arms , To prove , by heav'n's grace and ...
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... Boling . Oh , let no noble eye prophane a tear For me , if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear : As confident , as is the faulcon's flight Against a bird , do I with Mowbray fight . My loving Lord , I take my leave of you , Of you , my ...
... Boling . Oh , let no noble eye prophane a tear For me , if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear : As confident , as is the faulcon's flight Against a bird , do I with Mowbray fight . My loving Lord , I take my leave of you , Of you , my ...
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Сторінка 369 - 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!
Сторінка 237 - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
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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 229 - 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 296 - Obedience : for so work the honey bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom : They have a king, and officers of sorts ; 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...
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Сторінка 321 - Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.