King Henry VI. Part 3 ; King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Coriolanus ; Titus AndronicusJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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1541 psl.
... Friends . North . If I be not , Heav'ns be reveng'd on me . Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in Steel . Weft . What , fhall we fuffer this ? Let's pluck him down . My Heart for anger burns , I cannot brook it . K. Henry . Be ...
... Friends . North . If I be not , Heav'ns be reveng'd on me . Clif . The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in Steel . Weft . What , fhall we fuffer this ? Let's pluck him down . My Heart for anger burns , I cannot brook it . K. Henry . Be ...
1542 psl.
... Friends , I'll have more lives Than drops of Blood were in my Father's Veins . Clif . Urge it no more , left that inftead of words I fend thee , Warwick , fuch a Meffenger , As fhall revenge his Death , before I ftir . War . Poor ...
... Friends , I'll have more lives Than drops of Blood were in my Father's Veins . Clif . Urge it no more , left that inftead of words I fend thee , Warwick , fuch a Meffenger , As fhall revenge his Death , before I ftir . War . Poor ...
1543 psl.
... Friends , I'll have more lives Than drops of Blood were in my Father's Veins . Clif . Urge it no more , left that inftead of words I fend thee , Warwick , fuch a Meffenger , As fhall revenge his Death , before I ftir . War . Poor ...
... Friends , I'll have more lives Than drops of Blood were in my Father's Veins . Clif . Urge it no more , left that inftead of words I fend thee , Warwick , fuch a Meffenger , As fhall revenge his Death , before I ftir . War . Poor ...
1557 psl.
... Friends , March'd towards St. Albans to intercept the Queen , Bearing the King in my behalf along : For by my Scouts I was advertifed That he was coming , with a full intent To dash our late Decree in Parliament , Touching King Henry's ...
... Friends , March'd towards St. Albans to intercept the Queen , Bearing the King in my behalf along : For by my Scouts I was advertifed That he was coming , with a full intent To dash our late Decree in Parliament , Touching King Henry's ...
1558 psl.
... Friends . I cheer'd them up with Juftice of our Caufe , With promife of high Pay , and great Reward : But all in vain , they had no heart to fight , And we , in them , no hope to win the Day , So that we fled ; the King unto the Queen ...
... Friends . I cheer'd them up with Juftice of our Caufe , With promife of high Pay , and great Reward : But all in vain , they had no heart to fight , And we , in them , no hope to win the Day , So that we fled ; the King unto the Queen ...
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Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Blood Brother Buck Buckingham Caufe Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Crown Curfe Death Diomede doth Duke Duke of York e'er Edward Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fafe faid Father fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak Friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet Goths Grace Haftings Hand hath hear Heart Heaven Hector Henry himſelf Honour i'th King Lady laft Lart Lavinia Lord Lord Chamberlain Love Lucius Madam Marcus Martius moft Morrow muft muſt Noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Peace pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Priam Prince Queen Reafon reft Rich Rome ſhall Soul ſpeak Sword tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thou art Titus Titus Andronicus Tongue Troi Troilus unto Vlyf Warwick whofe York
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1754 psl. - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
1545 psl. - So many hours must I tend my flock; 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 yean; So many years...
1821 psl. - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
1763 psl. - Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
1838 psl. - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
1757 psl. - I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
1839 psl. - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
1757 psl. - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
1854 psl. - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.