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... of Abundance . And the light- nefs of his Wife fhines through it , and yet cannot he fee , tho ' he have his own Lanthorn to light him . Where's Bardolph ? Page . Page . He's gone into Smithfield to buy your Worship King HENRY IV . 15.
... of Abundance . And the light- nefs of his Wife fhines through it , and yet cannot he fee , tho ' he have his own Lanthorn to light him . Where's Bardolph ? Page . Page . He's gone into Smithfield to buy your Worship King HENRY IV . 15.
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... Wife in the Stews , I were Mann'd , Hors'd , and Wiv'd . Enter Chief Justice , and Servants . Page . Sir , here comes the Nobleman that committed the Prince for ftriking him , about Bardolph . Fal . Wait clofe , I will not fee him . Ch ...
... Wife in the Stews , I were Mann'd , Hors'd , and Wiv'd . Enter Chief Justice , and Servants . Page . Sir , here comes the Nobleman that committed the Prince for ftriking him , about Bardolph . Fal . Wait clofe , I will not fee him . Ch ...
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... Wife . Canft thou deny it ? Did not Good - wife Keech , the Butcher's Wife , come in then , and call me Goffip Quick ly ? coming in to borrow a Mefs of Vinegar , telling us , the had a a good Dish of Prawns ; whereby thou didst defire ...
... Wife . Canft thou deny it ? Did not Good - wife Keech , the Butcher's Wife , come in then , and call me Goffip Quick ly ? coming in to borrow a Mefs of Vinegar , telling us , the had a a good Dish of Prawns ; whereby thou didst defire ...
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... wives new Petticoat , and peeped through . P. Henry . Hath not the Boy profited ? Bard . Away , you whorfon upright Rabbet , away . Page . Away you rafcally Althea's Dream , away . P. Henry . Inftruct us , Boy , what Dream , Boy ? Page ...
... wives new Petticoat , and peeped through . P. Henry . Hath not the Boy profited ? Bard . Away , you whorfon upright Rabbet , away . Page . Away you rafcally Althea's Dream , away . P. Henry . Inftruct us , Boy , what Dream , Boy ? Page ...
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... , thus we play the Fool with the time , and the Spirits of the Wife fit in the Clouds , and mock us : Is your Mafter here in London ? Bard , Yes , my Lord . B 4 P. Henry . P. Henry . Where fups he ? Doth the old King HENRY IV . 31.
... , thus we play the Fool with the time , and the Spirits of the Wife fit in the Clouds , and mock us : Is your Mafter here in London ? Bard , Yes , my Lord . B 4 P. Henry . P. Henry . Where fups he ? Doth the old King HENRY IV . 31.
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Page 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...
Page 66 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.