Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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Strana 14
... master , for a jewel ; the juvenal , the prince your mas- ter , whose chin is not yet fledged . I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand , than he shall get one on his cheek ; and yet he will not stick to say , his face is ...
... master , for a jewel ; the juvenal , the prince your mas- ter , whose chin is not yet fledged . I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand , than he shall get one on his cheek ; and yet he will not stick to say , his face is ...
Strana 15
... master is deaf . Ch . Just . I am sure he is , to the hearing of any thing good . - Go , pluck him by the. 1 To bear in hand is to keep in expectation by false promises . 2 i . e . in their debt , by taking up goods on credit . 3 This ...
... master is deaf . Ch . Just . I am sure he is , to the hearing of any thing good . - Go , pluck him by the. 1 To bear in hand is to keep in expectation by false promises . 2 i . e . in their debt , by taking up goods on credit . 3 This ...
Strana 25
... Master Fang , have you entered the action ? Fang . It is entered . Host . Where is your yeoman ? Is it a lusty yeo- man ? will a ' stand to't ? Fang . Sirrah , where's Snare ? Host . O Lord , ay ; good master Snare . Snare . Here , here ...
... Master Fang , have you entered the action ? Fang . It is entered . Host . Where is your yeoman ? Is it a lusty yeo- man ? will a ' stand to't ? Fang . Sirrah , where's Snare ? Host . O Lord , ay ; good master Snare . Snare . Here , here ...
Strana 26
... master Snare , let him not ' scape . He comes continually to Pie - corner ( saving your manhoods ) to buy a saddle ... master Fang , and master Snare ; do me , do me , do me your offices . Fal . How now ? whose mare's dead ? what's ...
... master Snare , let him not ' scape . He comes continually to Pie - corner ( saving your manhoods ) to buy a saddle ... master Fang , and master Snare ; do me , do me , do me your offices . Fal . How now ? whose mare's dead ? what's ...
Strana 29
... master Gower , what news ? Gow . The king , my lord , and Harry prince of Wales , Are near at hand ; the rest the paper tells . Fal . As I am a gentleman : Host . Nay , you said so before . Fal . As I am a gentleman . -Come , no more ...
... master Gower , what news ? Gow . The king , my lord , and Harry prince of Wales , Are near at hand ; the rest the paper tells . Fal . As I am a gentleman : Host . Nay , you said so before . Fal . As I am a gentleman . -Come , no more ...
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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.