The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Strana 16
... leave to tell you , you lie in your throat , if you say I am any other than an honest man . Fal . I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay aside that which grows to me ! If thou get'st any leave of me , hang me ; if thou takest leave ...
... leave to tell you , you lie in your throat , if you say I am any other than an honest man . Fal . I give thee leave to tell me so ! I lay aside that which grows to me ! If thou get'st any leave of me , hang me ; if thou takest leave ...
Strana 22
... leave , it never yet did hurt , To lay down likelihoods , and forms of hope . Bard . Yes , in this present quality of war ; - Indeed the instant action , 2 ( a cause on foot , ) Lives so in hope , as in an early spring We see the ...
... leave , it never yet did hurt , To lay down likelihoods , and forms of hope . Bard . Yes , in this present quality of war ; - Indeed the instant action , 2 ( a cause on foot , ) Lives so in hope , as in an early spring We see the ...
Strana 23
... leaves his part - created cost A naked subject to the weeping clouds , And waste for churlish winter's tyranny . Hast . Grant , that our hopes ( yet likely of fair birth ) Should be still - born , and that we now possessed The utmost ...
... leaves his part - created cost A naked subject to the weeping clouds , And waste for churlish winter's tyranny . Hast . Grant , that our hopes ( yet likely of fair birth ) Should be still - born , and that we now possessed The utmost ...
Strana 24
... leaves his back unarmed , the French and Welsh Baying him at the heels : never fear that . Bard . Who , is it like , should lead his forces hither ? Hast . The duke of Lancaster , ' and Westmoreland ; Against the Welsh , himself , and ...
... leaves his back unarmed , the French and Welsh Baying him at the heels : never fear that . Bard . Who , is it like , should lead his forces hither ? Hast . The duke of Lancaster , ' and Westmoreland ; Against the Welsh , himself , and ...
Strana 34
... leave thee . Be not too familiar with Poins ; for he misuses thy favors so much , that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell . Repent at idle times as thou may'st , and so farewell . Thine , by yea and no , ( which is as much as ...
... leave thee . Be not too familiar with Poins ; for he misuses thy favors so much , that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell . Repent at idle times as thou may'st , and so farewell . Thine , by yea and no , ( which is as much as ...
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Strana 190 - 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 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 abed, Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here: And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint...
Strana 153 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! 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,...
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 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 ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Strana 144 - 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 52 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Strana 153 - Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you called fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen...
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 472 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Strana 28 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some ; whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...