Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volume 3G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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... NORTH . Reproach , and dissolution , hangeth over him . Ross . He hath not money for these Irish wars , His burdenous taxations notwithstanding , But by the robbing of the banish'd duke . NORTH . His noble kinsman : -Most degenerate ...
... NORTH . Reproach , and dissolution , hangeth over him . Ross . He hath not money for these Irish wars , His burdenous taxations notwithstanding , But by the robbing of the banish'd duke . NORTH . His noble kinsman : -Most degenerate ...
Page 201
... NORTH . Then thus : -I have from Port le Blanc , a bay In Britany , receiv'd intelligence , That Harry Hereford , Reignold lord Cobham , The fon of Richard Earl of Arundel , That late broke from the duke of Exeter , His brother ...
... NORTH . Then thus : -I have from Port le Blanc , a bay In Britany , receiv'd intelligence , That Harry Hereford , Reignold lord Cobham , The fon of Richard Earl of Arundel , That late broke from the duke of Exeter , His brother ...
Page 207
... NORTH . It is my fon , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester , whencefoever.— Harry , how fares your uncle ? PERCY . I had thought , my lord , to have learn'd his health of you . NORTH . Why , is he not with the queen ...
... NORTH . It is my fon , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester , whencefoever.— Harry , how fares your uncle ? PERCY . I had thought , my lord , to have learn'd his health of you . NORTH . Why , is he not with the queen ...
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... NORTH . Have you forgot the duke of Hereford , boy ? PERCY . No , my good lord ; for that is not forgot , Which ne'er I did remember : to my knowledge , I never in my life did look on him . NORTH . Then learn to know him now ; this is ...
... NORTH . Have you forgot the duke of Hereford , boy ? PERCY . No , my good lord ; for that is not forgot , Which ne'er I did remember : to my knowledge , I never in my life did look on him . NORTH . Then learn to know him now ; this is ...
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... NORTH . It is my lord of Berkley , as I guefs . BERK . My lord of Hereford , my meflage is to you . BOLING . My lord , my answer is to Lancaster ; And I am come to feek that name in England : And I must find that title in your tongue ...
... NORTH . It is my lord of Berkley , as I guefs . BERK . My lord of Hereford , my meflage is to you . BOLING . My lord , my answer is to Lancaster ; And I am come to feek that name in England : And I must find that title in your tongue ...
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Page 29 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Page 39 - s to be done ? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 194 - 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...
Page 349 - 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.
Page 50 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Page 220 - 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...
Page 369 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Page 349 - 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 194 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Page 19 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.