King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV. Part 1 ; King Henry IV. Part 2 ; Henry V ; King Henry VI. Part 1 ; King Henry VI. Part 2Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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... himself , When this fame lufty Gentleman was got . Upon his Death - bed he by Will bequeath'd His Lands to me , and took it on his Death That this my Mother's Son was none of his ; And if he were , he came into the World Full fourteen ...
... himself , When this fame lufty Gentleman was got . Upon his Death - bed he by Will bequeath'd His Lands to me , and took it on his Death That this my Mother's Son was none of his ; And if he were , he came into the World Full fourteen ...
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... himself in Arms , the adverfe Winds , Whofe Leisure I have ftaid , have given him time To land his Legions all as foon as I. His Marches are expedient to this Town , His Forces ftrong , his Soldiers confident . With him along is come ...
... himself in Arms , the adverfe Winds , Whofe Leisure I have ftaid , have given him time To land his Legions all as foon as I. His Marches are expedient to this Town , His Forces ftrong , his Soldiers confident . With him along is come ...
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... himself In mortal Fury half fo peremptory , As we to keep this City . Baft . Here's a Stay , That fhakes the rotten Carkafs of old Death Out of his Rags . Here's a large Mouth indeed , That fpits forth Death , and Mountains , Rocks ...
... himself In mortal Fury half fo peremptory , As we to keep this City . Baft . Here's a Stay , That fhakes the rotten Carkafs of old Death Out of his Rags . Here's a large Mouth indeed , That fpits forth Death , and Mountains , Rocks ...
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... Himself Love's Traitor ; this is pity now , That hang'd , and drawn , and quarter'd there should be , In fuch a Love , fo vile a Lout as he . Blanch . My Uncle's Will in this respect is mine . If he fee ought in you that makes him like ...
... Himself Love's Traitor ; this is pity now , That hang'd , and drawn , and quarter'd there should be , In fuch a Love , fo vile a Lout as he . Blanch . My Uncle's Will in this respect is mine . If he fee ought in you that makes him like ...
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... himself to Rome . Eli . Look'ft thou pale , France ? Do not let go thy Hand . Conft . Look to that Devil , left that France repent , And by disjoining Hands Hell lofe a Soul . Auft . King Philip , liften to the Cardinal . Baft . And ...
... himself to Rome . Eli . Look'ft thou pale , France ? Do not let go thy Hand . Conft . Look to that Devil , left that France repent , And by disjoining Hands Hell lofe a Soul . Auft . King Philip , liften to the Cardinal . Baft . And ...
Términos y frases comunes
againſt anfwer Arms art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph Blood Bulling Bullingbroke Cade Caufe Coufin Crown Dauphin Death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Duke of York e'er England Enter King Exeunt Exit Eyes faid Falstaff Father Faulconbridge fave fear felf felves feven fhall fhew fhould fight fince firft flain fome fpeak France ftand ftill fuch fweet give Grace Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n himſelf Hoft Honour Horfe Jack Cade Juft King Henry Lady Liege Lord Lord of Westmorland Love lyes Mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never Night noble Northumberland Peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins prefent Prifoner Prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Shal ſhall Sir John Soldiers Soul ſpeak Suffolk Sword Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Tongue Tork Treafon Unkle unto Warwick Weft whofe wilt worfe York
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Página 1281 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Página 1187 - 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
Página 1297 - 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...
Página 1188 - 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.
Página 1315 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Página 1128 - When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Página 1315 - ... And you, good yeomen, 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. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry ! England ! and Saint George ! [Exeunt . Alarum, and Chambers go off.
Página 1081 - 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...
Página 1343 - 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...
Página 1338 - Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins lay on the king!