Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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Strana 8
... never talk of it . North . Why should the gentleman , that rode by Travers , Give then such instances of loss ? Bard . Who , he ? He was some hilding fellow , that had stolen The horse he rode on ; and , upon my life , Spoke at a ...
... never talk of it . North . Why should the gentleman , that rode by Travers , Give then such instances of loss ? Bard . Who , he ? He was some hilding fellow , that had stolen The horse he rode on ; and , upon my life , Spoke at a ...
Strana 10
... never - daunted Percy to the earth , From whence with life he never more sprung up . In few , his death , ( whose spirit lent a fire Even to the dullest peasant in his camp , ) Being bruited once , took fire and heat away From the best ...
... never - daunted Percy to the earth , From whence with life he never more sprung up . In few , his death , ( whose spirit lent a fire Even to the dullest peasant in his camp , ) Being bruited once , took fire and heat away From the best ...
Strana 13
... Never so few , and never yet more need . SCENE II . London . A Street . [ Exeunt . Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF , with his Page bearing his sword and buckler . Fal . Sirrah , you giant , what says the doctor to my water ? 2 Page . He said ...
... Never so few , and never yet more need . SCENE II . London . A Street . [ Exeunt . Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF , with his Page bearing his sword and buckler . Fal . Sirrah , you giant , what says the doctor to my water ? 2 Page . He said ...
Strana 14
... never manned with an agate 2 till now : but I will set you neither in gold nor silver , but in vile apparel , and send you back again to your master , for a jewel ; the juvenal , the prince your mas- ter , whose chin is not yet fledged ...
... never manned with an agate 2 till now : but I will set you neither in gold nor silver , but in vile apparel , and send you back again to your master , for a jewel ; the juvenal , the prince your mas- ter , whose chin is not yet fledged ...
Strana 20
... never spit white again . There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head , but I am thrust upon it . Well , I cannot last ever ; 1 but it was always yet the trick of our English nation , if they have a good thing , to make it too ...
... never spit white again . There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head , but I am thrust upon it . Well , I cannot last ever ; 1 but it was always yet the trick of our English nation , if they have a good thing , to make it too ...
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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.