King Richard II. King Henry IV. King Henry VI, part 1J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman and T. Shewell, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod., 1747 |
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Side 5
... doth he lie . Boling . Pale trembling Coward , there I throw my Gage , Disclaiming 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 ...
... doth he lie . Boling . Pale trembling Coward , there I throw my Gage , Disclaiming 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 ...
Side 6
... doth our Coufin lay to Mowbray's charge ? 2 It must be great , that can inhabit us So much as of a thought of Ill in him . Boling . Look , what I said , my life shall prove it true ; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In ...
... doth our Coufin lay to Mowbray's charge ? 2 It must be great , that can inhabit us So much as of a thought of Ill in him . Boling . Look , what I said , my life shall prove it true ; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In ...
Side 7
... doth vex my grieved foul ; But ere I laft receiv'd the Sacrament , I did confefs it , and exactly begg'd Your Grace's pardon ; and , I hope , I had it . This is my fault ; as for the reft appeal'd , It iffues from the rancor of a ...
... doth vex my grieved foul ; But ere I laft receiv'd the Sacrament , I did confefs it , and exactly begg'd Your Grace's pardon ; and , I hope , I had it . This is my fault ; as for the reft appeal'd , It iffues from the rancor of a ...
Side 9
... doth harbour , ev'n in Mowbray's face . [ Exit Gaunt . K. Rich . We were not born to fue , but to command , Which fince we cannot do to make you friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall anfwer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day ...
... doth harbour , ev'n in Mowbray's face . [ Exit Gaunt . K. Rich . We were not born to fue , but to command , Which fince we cannot do to make you friends , Be ready , as your lives fhall anfwer it , At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day ...
Side 14
... Doth with a two - fold vigour lift me up To reach at Victory above my head , Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ; And with thy Bleffings fteel my Lance's point , That it may enter Mowbray's waxen Coat , And furbish new the Name ...
... Doth with a two - fold vigour lift me up To reach at Victory above my head , Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ; And with thy Bleffings fteel my Lance's point , That it may enter Mowbray's waxen Coat , And furbish new the Name ...
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Side 310 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Side 115 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
Side 251 - 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...
Side 191 - 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.
Side 191 - 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
Side 252 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the shipboy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Side 254 - 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.
Side 109 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Side 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...
Side 59 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...