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... Name , That freely render'd me this News for true . North . Here comes my Servant Travers , whom I feat On Tuesday laft , to liften after News . Enter Travers . Bard . My Lord , I over - rode him on the way . And he is furnish'd with no ...
... Name , That freely render'd me this News for true . North . Here comes my Servant Travers , whom I feat On Tuesday laft , to liften after News . Enter Travers . Bard . My Lord , I over - rode him on the way . And he is furnish'd with no ...
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... Name of Rebellion can tell how to make it . Serv . You miftake me , Sir . Fal . Why , Sir , did I fay you were an honeft Man ? Set- ting my Knight - hood , and my Soldierfhip afide , I had lied in my Throat , if I had said so . Serv . I ...
... Name of Rebellion can tell how to make it . Serv . You miftake me , Sir . Fal . Why , Sir , did I fay you were an honeft Man ? Set- ting my Knight - hood , and my Soldierfhip afide , I had lied in my Throat , if I had said so . Serv . I ...
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... Name in the Scrowl of Youth , that are written down old , with all the Characters of Age ? Have you not a moift Eye ? a dry Hand ? a yel- low Cheek ? a white Beard ? a decreafing Leg ? an in- creafing Belly ? is not your Voice broken ...
... Name in the Scrowl of Youth , that are written down old , with all the Characters of Age ? Have you not a moift Eye ? a dry Hand ? a yel- low Cheek ? a white Beard ? a decreafing Leg ? an in- creafing Belly ? is not your Voice broken ...
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... Names of Men , inftead of Men : Like one that draws the Model of a House Beyond his Power to build it ; who , half through , Gives o'er , and leaves his part - created Coft A naked fubject to the weeping Clouds , And wafte , for ...
... Names of Men , inftead of Men : Like one that draws the Model of a House Beyond his Power to build it ; who , half through , Gives o'er , and leaves his part - created Coft A naked fubject to the weeping Clouds , And wafte , for ...
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... love with my Greatness . What a difgrace is it to me to remember thy Name ? or to know thy Face to morrow ? or to take Note how many pair of Silk Stockings thou thou haft ? ( viz . these , and those 28 The Second Part of.
... love with my Greatness . What a difgrace is it to me to remember thy Name ? or to know thy Face to morrow ? or to take Note how many pair of Silk Stockings thou thou haft ? ( viz . these , and those 28 The Second Part of.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt Alarum anſwer art thou Bard Bardolph Becauſe Blood Brother Cade Captain Cauſe Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Coufin Crown Dauphin dead Death doth Duke of Burgundy Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Henry Exeunt Exit faid Father fear felf felves fhall fhew fhould fight flain fome fpeak France French Friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet give Glofter Grace Harfleur hath Heart Heav'n himſelf Hoft Honour Houſe Humphry Jack Cade Juft K.Henry Lord Lord of Westmorland Lord Protector Love Mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never Night Noble Northumberland Peace Pift pleaſe prefent Prifoner Prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Shal ſhall Sir John Soldiers Somerfet Soul ſpeak Suffolk Sword Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thou art thouſand unto Warwick Weft whofe wilt
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Página 103 - 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 66 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Página 151 - 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 44 - 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. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Página 103 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Página 367 - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Página 367 - To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
Página 150 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Página 122 - 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.
Página 165 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.