The Plays and Poems of ShakespeareBell & Daldy, 1878 |
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... trumpets spread their loud alarms , And laurel'd Conquest waits her hero's arms . Where'er we turn , by Fancy charm'd , we find Some sweet illusion of the cheated mind . COLLINS . CONTENTS OF THE SEVENTH VOLUME . PAGE KING HENRY IV.
... trumpets spread their loud alarms , And laurel'd Conquest waits her hero's arms . Where'er we turn , by Fancy charm'd , we find Some sweet illusion of the cheated mind . COLLINS . CONTENTS OF THE SEVENTH VOLUME . PAGE KING HENRY IV.
Strana 25
... when I urged the ransom once again Of my wife's brother , then his cheek look'd pale ; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . SCENE III . KING HENRY IV . - PART I. 925.
... when I urged the ransom once again Of my wife's brother , then his cheek look'd pale ; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . SCENE III . KING HENRY IV . - PART I. 925.
Strana 37
... turn true man , and leave these rogues , I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth . Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me ; and the stony - hearted villains know it well enough . A plague ...
... turn true man , and leave these rogues , I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth . Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me ; and the stony - hearted villains know it well enough . A plague ...
Strana 56
... turn upon the true prince ? Why , thou knowest , I am as va- liant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince . Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct . I shall think the better of ...
... turn upon the true prince ? Why , thou knowest , I am as va- liant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince . Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct . I shall think the better of ...
Strana 73
... turn'd , Or a dry wheel grate on an axle - tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge , Nothing so much as mincing poetry : " Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag . Glen . Come , you shall have Trent turn'd . Hot . I do ...
... turn'd , Or a dry wheel grate on an axle - tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge , Nothing so much as mincing poetry : " Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag . Glen . Come , you shall have Trent turn'd . Hot . I do ...
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Alençon archbishop of York art thou Bardolph blood brother captain CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin crown dæmon dead death devil didst Doll dost doth Douglas duke duke of Burgundy earl Eastcheap England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit faith father fear France French friends give Glendower Gower grace Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven honor horse Host hostess Hotspur humor Jack Kate Kath knave Lady liege live look lord majesty master Shallow Mortimer never night noble Northumberland numbers peace Percy Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray PRINCE HENRY PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales rascal Re-enter rogue sack SCENE Scroop Shal Shrewsbury sir John Falstaff soldier speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast unto Westmoreland wilt
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Strana 297 - A' made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Strana 333 - The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, The farced title running 'fore the king, The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world...
Strana 121 - twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit ? I lie, I am no counterfeit : to die, is to be a counterfeit ; for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valour is discretion ; in the which better part I have saved my life.
Strana 72 - To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So, when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Heard, not regarded...
Strana 267 - Which is a wonder how his grace should glean it, Since his addiction was to courses vain ; His companies unletter'd, rude, and shallow ; His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports ; And never noted in him any study, Any retirement, any sequestration From open haunts and popularity. Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the nettle, And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality...
Strana 275 - Which pillage they with merry march bring home 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.
Strana 87 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Strana 339 - 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...
Strana 118 - I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh : — But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool ; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
Strana 274 - 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...