Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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Strana 26
... Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou bastardly rogue ! -Murder , murder ! O thou honey - suckle vil- lain ! wilt thou kill God's officers , and the king's ? O thou honey - seed2 rogue ! thou art a honey - seed ; a man - queller , and a woman ...
... Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou bastardly rogue ! -Murder , murder ! O thou honey - suckle vil- lain ! wilt thou kill God's officers , and the king's ? O thou honey - seed2 rogue ! thou art a honey - seed ; a man - queller , and a woman ...
Strana 46
... wilt thou leave fighting o'days , and foining o ' nights , and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven ? Enter , behind , PRINCE HENRY and POINs , disguised like Drawers . Fal . Peace , good Doll ! do not speak like a death's head ...
... wilt thou leave fighting o'days , and foining o ' nights , and begin to patch up thine old body for heaven ? Enter , behind , PRINCE HENRY and POINs , disguised like Drawers . Fal . Peace , good Doll ! do not speak like a death's head ...
Strana 48
... wilt have a kirtle of ? I shall receive money on Thursday : thou shalt have a cap to- morrow . A merry song , come : it grows late ; we'll to bed . Thou'lt forget me , when I am gone . Dol . By my troth thou'lt set me a weeping , an ...
... wilt have a kirtle of ? I shall receive money on Thursday : thou shalt have a cap to- morrow . A merry song , come : it grows late ; we'll to bed . Thou'lt forget me , when I am gone . Dol . By my troth thou'lt set me a weeping , an ...
Strana 50
... wilt howl . Host . All victuallers do so . mutton or two in a whole Lent ? P. Hen . You gentlewoman , — Dol . What says your grace ? What's a joint of Fal . His grace says that which his flesh rebels against . Host . Who knocks so loud ...
... wilt howl . Host . All victuallers do so . mutton or two in a whole Lent ? P. Hen . You gentlewoman , — Dol . What says your grace ? What's a joint of Fal . His grace says that which his flesh rebels against . Host . Who knocks so loud ...
Strana 52
... wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather , Sleep , liest thou in smoky cribs , Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee , And hushed with buzzing night - flies to thy slumber , Than in the perfumed ...
... wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather , Sleep , liest thou in smoky cribs , Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee , And hushed with buzzing night - flies to thy slumber , Than in the perfumed ...
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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.