The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 4H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... Land , Fetch from falfe Mowbray their first head and spring . Further , I fay , and further will maintain Upon his bad Life to make all This good , That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death ; Suggeft his foon - believing ...
... Land , Fetch from falfe Mowbray their first head and spring . Further , I fay , and further will maintain Upon his bad Life to make all This good , That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death ; Suggeft his foon - believing ...
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... Land . Boling . I fwear . Mowb . And I , to keep all this . Boling . Norfolk , fo far , as to mine enemy : By this time , had the King permitted us , One of our fouls had wandred in the air , Banish'd this frail fepulchre of our flesh ...
... Land . Boling . I fwear . Mowb . And I , to keep all this . Boling . Norfolk , fo far , as to mine enemy : By this time , had the King permitted us , One of our fouls had wandred in the air , Banish'd this frail fepulchre of our flesh ...
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... land will let me , by your fide . Gaunt . Oh , to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words , That thou return'ft no Greeting to thy friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal ...
... land will let me , by your fide . Gaunt . Oh , to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words , That thou return'ft no Greeting to thy friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal ...
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... land will let me , by your fide . Gaunt . Oh , to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words , That thou return'ft no Greeting to thy friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal ...
... land will let me , by your fide . Gaunt . Oh , to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words , That thou return'ft no Greeting to thy friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of you , When the tongue's office fhould be prodigal ...
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... Lands ; This nurfe , this teeming womb of royal Kings , Fear'd for their breed , and famous by their birt ' , Renowned for their deeds , as far from home For christian service ... Land of fuch dear fouls , this dear dear King RICHARD II . 25.
... Lands ; This nurfe , this teeming womb of royal Kings , Fear'd for their breed , and famous by their birt ' , Renowned for their deeds , as far from home For christian service ... Land of fuch dear fouls , this dear dear King RICHARD II . 25.
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Page 104 - 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...
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Page 23 - 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...
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Page 224 - 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.
Page 165 - 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
Page 99 - 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...
Page 52 - 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...
Page 223 - 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.