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 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
anſwer Arms art thou Baft Bard Bardolph baſe beſt Blood Bulling Bullingbroke Cade Cauſe Coufin Crown Dauphin dead Death didſt doſt doth Duke Duke of York e'er England Enter King Exeunt Exit Eyes faid falſe Falstaff Father Faulconbridge fear felf fight firſt flain fome France fuch give Grace Hand haſte hath hear Heart Heav'n Hoft Honour Horſe Houſe King Henry Lady Liege look Lord Lord of Westmorland Love lyes Majesty Maſter moſt muſt never Night noble Northumberland Peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins preſent Prince Pucel purpoſe Queen Reignier reſt Salisbury ſay ſee ſelf ſet Shal ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhew ſhould Sir John Soldiers ſome Somerset Soul ſpeak ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtrong ſuch Suffolk ſwear ſweet Sword Talbot tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art Tongue Treaſon unto uſe Warwick whoſe wilt York
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Página 1271 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Página 1177 - 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 1287 - 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 1178 - 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 1305 - 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 1118 - 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 1305 - ... 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 1071 - 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 1333 - 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 1328 - Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins lay on the king!