The Works of Shakespeare, 4권J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Earl of Salisbury . Lord Berkley . Bufhy , Bagot , Servants to King Richard . ] Green , Earl of Northumberland , Percy , Son to Northumberland , Friends to Boling- Rofs , broke . Willoughby , Bishop of Carlisle , Sir Stephen Scroop , S ...
... Earl of Salisbury . Lord Berkley . Bufhy , Bagot , Servants to King Richard . ] Green , Earl of Northumberland , Percy , Son to Northumberland , Friends to Boling- Rofs , broke . Willoughby , Bishop of Carlisle , Sir Stephen Scroop , S ...
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... Earl of Wiltshire ftrait , Bid him repair to us to Ely - House , To fee this bufinefs done : To morrow next We will for Ireland ; and ' tis time , I trow . And we create , in abfence of our felf , Our uncle Fork Lord - governor of ...
... Earl of Wiltshire ftrait , Bid him repair to us to Ely - House , To fee this bufinefs done : To morrow next We will for Ireland ; and ' tis time , I trow . And we create , in abfence of our felf , Our uncle Fork Lord - governor of ...
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... Earl of Wiltshire hath the Realm in farm . Willo . The King's grown bankrupt , like a broken man . North . Reproach , and diffolution , hangeth over him . Rofs . He hath not mony for these Irish wars , ( His burthenous taxations ...
... Earl of Wiltshire hath the Realm in farm . Willo . The King's grown bankrupt , like a broken man . North . Reproach , and diffolution , hangeth over him . Rofs . He hath not mony for these Irish wars , ( His burthenous taxations ...
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... Earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff , refign'd his Stewardship ; And all the houshold fervants filed with him To Bolingbroke . Queen . So , Green , thou art the midwife of my woe , And Bolingbroke my forrow's difmal heir : Now hath ...
... Earl of Worcester Hath broke his staff , refign'd his Stewardship ; And all the houshold fervants filed with him To Bolingbroke . Queen . So , Green , thou art the midwife of my woe , And Bolingbroke my forrow's difmal heir : Now hath ...
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... Earl of Wiltshire is already there . Bushy . Thither will I with you ; for little office The hateful Commons will perform for us ; Except , like curs , to tear us all in pieces : Will you go with us ? Bagot . No : I'll to Ireland to his ...
... Earl of Wiltshire is already there . Bushy . Thither will I with you ; for little office The hateful Commons will perform for us ; Except , like curs , to tear us all in pieces : Will you go with us ? Bagot . No : I'll to Ireland to his ...
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102 페이지 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
295 페이지 - 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...
265 페이지 - 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!
208 페이지 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the shipboy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
70 페이지 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
294 페이지 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
23 페이지 - 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...
209 페이지 - 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.
87 페이지 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
265 페이지 - 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.