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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... Heart confent , And confequently thy rude Hand to act The Deed , which both our Tongues held vile to name . Out of my Sight , and never fee me more . E 2 My My Nobles leave me , and my State is brav'd of King John . 1027.
... Heart confent , And confequently thy rude Hand to act The Deed , which both our Tongues held vile to name . Out of my Sight , and never fee me more . E 2 My My Nobles leave me , and my State is brav'd of King John . 1027.
1036 psl.
... Heart hath melted at a Lady's Tears , Being an ordinary Inundation : But this Effufion of fuch Manly Drops , This fhowr blown up by tempeft of the Soul , Startle mine Eyes , and makes me more amaz'd Than had I feen the vaulty top of ...
... Heart hath melted at a Lady's Tears , Being an ordinary Inundation : But this Effufion of fuch Manly Drops , This fhowr blown up by tempeft of the Soul , Startle mine Eyes , and makes me more amaz'd Than had I feen the vaulty top of ...
1040 psl.
... Heart is fick . Enter a Meffenger . Meff . My Lord , your valiant Kinfman , Faulconbridge , Defires your Majefty to leave the Field , And fend him word by me , which way you go . K. John . Tell him , toward Swinfted , to the Abby there ...
... Heart is fick . Enter a Meffenger . Meff . My Lord , your valiant Kinfman , Faulconbridge , Defires your Majefty to leave the Field , And fend him word by me , which way you go . K. John . Tell him , toward Swinfted , to the Abby there ...
1045 psl.
... Heart is crackt and burnt , And turned to one Thread , one little Hair : My Heart hath one poor String to stay it by , Which holds but ' till thy News be uttered , And then all this thou feeft , is but a Clod , And module of confounded ...
... Heart is crackt and burnt , And turned to one Thread , one little Hair : My Heart hath one poor String to stay it by , Which holds but ' till thy News be uttered , And then all this thou feeft , is but a Clod , And module of confounded ...
1054 psl.
... Heart , Through the falfe Paffage of thy Throat , thou lieft : Three parts of that Receipt I had for Callice , Disburst I to his Highnefs Soldiers ; The other part referv'd I by consent , For that my Soveraign Liege was in my Debt ...
... Heart , Through the falfe Paffage of thy Throat , thou lieft : Three parts of that Receipt I had for Callice , Disburst I to his Highnefs Soldiers ; The other part referv'd I by consent , For that my Soveraign Liege was in my Debt ...
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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!
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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.
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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!