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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Page 1075
... Horfe , to Hoife ; urge Doubts to them that fear . Willo . Hold out my Horfe , and I will first be there . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Enter Queen , Bushy , and Bagot . Busby . Madam , your Majefty is too much fad : You promis'd , when you ...
... Horfe , to Hoife ; urge Doubts to them that fear . Willo . Hold out my Horfe , and I will first be there . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Enter Queen , Bushy , and Bagot . Busby . Madam , your Majefty is too much fad : You promis'd , when you ...
Page 1101
... Horfe ? If I dare eat , or drink , or breath , or live , I dare meet Surrey in a Wilderness , And spit upon him , whilft I fay he lies , And lies , and lies ; there is my Bond of Faith , To tie thee to my ftrong Correction . As I intend ...
... Horfe ? If I dare eat , or drink , or breath , or live , I dare meet Surrey in a Wilderness , And spit upon him , whilft I fay he lies , And lies , and lies ; there is my Bond of Faith , To tie thee to my ftrong Correction . As I intend ...
Page 1112
... Horfe . Heav'n for his Mercy ; what Treachery is here ? Dutch . Why , what is't , my Lord ? York . Give me my Boots I fay ; faddle my Horse , Now by my Honour , my Life , my Troth , I will appeach the Villain . Dutch . What is the ...
... Horfe . Heav'n for his Mercy ; what Treachery is here ? Dutch . Why , what is't , my Lord ? York . Give me my Boots I fay ; faddle my Horse , Now by my Honour , my Life , my Troth , I will appeach the Villain . Dutch . What is the ...
Page 1113
... Horfe , Spur poft , and get before him to the King , And beg thy Pardon , e'er he do accufe thee . I'll not be long behind ; though I be old , I doubt not but to ride as faft as York : And never will I rife up from the Ground , ' Till ...
... Horfe , Spur poft , and get before him to the King , And beg thy Pardon , e'er he do accufe thee . I'll not be long behind ; though I be old , I doubt not but to ride as faft as York : And never will I rife up from the Ground , ' Till ...
Page 1120
... Horfe ; why do I rail on thee , Since thou , created to be aw'd by Man , Waft born to bear ? I was not made a Horfe , And yet I bear a Burthen like an Afs , Spur gall'd , and tyr'd by jauncing Bullingbroke . Enter Keeper with a Difh ...
... Horfe ; why do I rail on thee , Since thou , created to be aw'd by Man , Waft born to bear ? I was not made a Horfe , And yet I bear a Burthen like an Afs , Spur gall'd , and tyr'd by jauncing Bullingbroke . Enter Keeper with a Difh ...
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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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Page 1281 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Page 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
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 1338 - Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins lay on the king!