Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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Strana 7
... Heaven will ! Bard . As good as heart can wish.- The king is almost wounded to the death ; And , in the fortune of my lord your son , Prince Harry slain outright ; and both the Blunts Killed by the hand of Douglas : young prince John ...
... Heaven will ! Bard . As good as heart can wish.- The king is almost wounded to the death ; And , in the fortune of my lord your son , Prince Harry slain outright ; and both the Blunts Killed by the hand of Douglas : young prince John ...
Strana 10
... Heaven I had not seen ; But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state , Rendering faint quittance , wearied and out - breathed , To Harry Monmouth ; whose swift wrath beat down The never - daunted Percy to the earth , From whence with ...
... Heaven I had not seen ; But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state , Rendering faint quittance , wearied and out - breathed , To Harry Monmouth ; whose swift wrath beat down The never - daunted Percy to the earth , From whence with ...
Strana 11
... heaven kiss earth ! Now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confined ! let order die ! And let this world no longer be a stage , To feed contention in a lingering act ; But let one spirit of the first - born Cain Reign in all ...
... heaven kiss earth ! Now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confined ! let order die ! And let this world no longer be a stage , To feed contention in a lingering act ; But let one spirit of the first - born Cain Reign in all ...
Strana 13
... Heaven his quarrel , and his cause ; Tells them , he doth bestride a bleeding land , Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; And more1 and less do flock to follow him . North . I knew of this before ; but , to speak truth , This ...
... Heaven his quarrel , and his cause ; Tells them , he doth bestride a bleeding land , Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; And more1 and less do flock to follow him . North . I knew of this before ; but , to speak truth , This ...
Strana 17
... Heaven mend him ! I pray , let me speak with you . Fal . This apoplexy is , as I take it , a kind of leth- argy , an't please your lordship ; a kind of sleeping in the blood , a whoreson tingling . Ch . Just . What tell you me of it ...
... Heaven mend him ! I pray , let me speak with you . Fal . This apoplexy is , as I take it , a kind of leth- argy , an't please your lordship ; a kind of sleeping in the blood , a whoreson tingling . Ch . Just . What tell you me of it ...
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Alarum arms Bard Bardolph blood brother Cade captain Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward enemy England English Enter KING HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit Falstaff father fear fight folio follow France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed honor house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade King Henry VI lady Lancaster liege live look lord majesty Margaret master never night noble old play peace Pist Pistol Poins pray prince PUCELLE quarto queen Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Shal sir John soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast traitor unto valiant Warwick Westmoreland wilt words
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Strana 152 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Strana 190 - Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint Crispin's day.
Strana 472 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; 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: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Strana 153 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. 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!
Strana 54 - 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 intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Strana 117 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to "act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Strana 189 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Strana 190 - This day is call'd — the feast of Crispian ; He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He, that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends, And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Strana 93 - Laud be to God ! — even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem ; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land. — But bear me to that chamber ; there I'll lie ; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
Strana 262 - And here I prophesy, — This brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.