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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1145 psl.
... Bard . Cafe ye , cafe ye ; on with your Vizards , there's Mony of the King's coming down the Hill , ' tis going to the King's Exchequer . Fal . Youlie , you Rogue , ' tis going to the King's Tavern , Gad . There's enough to make us all ...
... Bard . Cafe ye , cafe ye ; on with your Vizards , there's Mony of the King's coming down the Hill , ' tis going to the King's Exchequer . Fal . Youlie , you Rogue , ' tis going to the King's Tavern , Gad . There's enough to make us all ...
1156 psl.
... Bard . ' Faith , I ran when I faw others run . P. Henry . Tell me now in earneft ; how came Falstaff's Sword fo hackt ? Peto . Why , he hackt it with his Dagger , and faid , he would fwear Truth out of all England ; but he would make ...
... Bard . ' Faith , I ran when I faw others run . P. Henry . Tell me now in earneft ; how came Falstaff's Sword fo hackt ? Peto . Why , he hackt it with his Dagger , and faid , he would fwear Truth out of all England ; but he would make ...
1157 psl.
... Bard . What think you they portend ? P. Henry . Hot Livers , and cold Purfes . Bard . Choler , my Lord , if rightly taken . P. Henry . No , if rightly taken , Halter . Enter Falstaff . Here comes lean Jack , here comes Bare - bone . How ...
... Bard . What think you they portend ? P. Henry . Hot Livers , and cold Purfes . Bard . Choler , my Lord , if rightly taken . P. Henry . No , if rightly taken , Halter . Enter Falstaff . Here comes lean Jack , here comes Bare - bone . How ...
1161 psl.
... Bard . O , my Lord , my Lord , the Sheriff with a most monftrous Watch , is at the Door . Fal . Out you Rogue , play out the Play : I have much to fay in the behalf of that Falstaff . Enter the Hoftefs . Hoft . O , my Lord , my Lord ...
... Bard . O , my Lord , my Lord , the Sheriff with a most monftrous Watch , is at the Door . Fal . Out you Rogue , play out the Play : I have much to fay in the behalf of that Falstaff . Enter the Hoftefs . Hoft . O , my Lord , my Lord ...
1175 psl.
... Bard . Sir John , you are fo fretful , you cannot live long . Fal . Why there is it ; come fing me a bawdy Song , to make me merry : I was as virtuously given , as a Genleman need to be ; virtuous enough ; fwore little , dic'd not above ...
... Bard . Sir John , you are fo fretful , you cannot live long . Fal . Why there is it ; come fing me a bawdy Song , to make me merry : I was as virtuously given , as a Genleman need to be ; virtuous enough ; fwore little , dic'd not above ...
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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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1281 psl. - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
1187 psl. - 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
1297 psl. - 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...
1188 psl. - 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.
1315 psl. - 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.
1128 psl. - 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.
1315 psl. - ... 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.
1081 psl. - 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...
1343 psl. - 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...
1338 psl. - Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins lay on the king!