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... arm renew their feats : You are their heir , you sit upon their throne ; The blood and courage , that renowned them , Runs in your veins ; and my thrice - puissant liege Is in the very May - morn of his youth , Ripe for exploits and ...
... arm renew their feats : You are their heir , you sit upon their throne ; The blood and courage , that renowned them , Runs in your veins ; and my thrice - puissant liege Is in the very May - morn of his youth , Ripe for exploits and ...
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... arms , Let us to France ! like horse - leeches , my boys ; To suck , to suck , the very blood to suck ! Boy . And that is but unwholesome food , they say . Pist . Touch her soft mouth , and march . Bard . Farewell , hostess . [ Kissing ...
... arms , Let us to France ! like horse - leeches , my boys ; To suck , to suck , the very blood to suck ! Boy . And that is but unwholesome food , they say . Pist . Touch her soft mouth , and march . Bard . Farewell , hostess . [ Kissing ...
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... arm , madame . Kath . Et le coude ? Alice . De elbow . Kath . De elbow . Je m'en faitz la repetition de tous les mots , que vous m'avez appris dès à present . Alice . Il est trop difficile , madame , comme je pense . Kath . Excusez moy ...
... arm , madame . Kath . Et le coude ? Alice . De elbow . Kath . De elbow . Je m'en faitz la repetition de tous les mots , que vous m'avez appris dès à present . Alice . Il est trop difficile , madame , comme je pense . Kath . Excusez moy ...
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... arm , de elbow , de neck , de sin , de foot , de con . Alice . Excellent , madame ! Kath . C'est assez pour une fois ; allons nous à disner . [ Exeunt . SCENE V - The same . Another Room in the same . Enter the French KING , the DAUPHIN ...
... arm , de elbow , de neck , de sin , de foot , de con . Alice . Excellent , madame ! Kath . C'est assez pour une fois ; allons nous à disner . [ Exeunt . SCENE V - The same . Another Room in the same . Enter the French KING , the DAUPHIN ...
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... arms , and heads , chopped off in a battle , shall join together at the Latter Day , and cry all - We died at such a place : some , swearing ; some , crying for a surgeon ; some , upon their wives left poor * Qualities . behind them ...
... arms , and heads , chopped off in a battle , shall join together at the Latter Day , and cry all - We died at such a place : some , swearing ; some , crying for a surgeon ; some , upon their wives left poor * Qualities . behind them ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alarum arms Aufidius bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Clar Clarence Clif Clifford COMINIUS Coriolanus Cres crown death Diomed doth Duch duke duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight France French friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour house of Lancaster Jack Cade Kath KING HENRY lady live look lord LORD CHAMBERLAIN Madam majesty Marcius Murd ne'er never noble PANDARUS Patroclus peace Pist pray prince queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Rome Saint Albans SCENE shalt shame soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee Ther thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor Troilus Ulyss uncle unto Warwick words York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 454 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Seite 265 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 47 - 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. Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day :• Then shall our names, Familiar in...
Seite 47 - 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 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.
Seite 38 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix•d sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch : Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation...
Seite 19 - I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God! three or four times : now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a...
Seite 391 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 255 - My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me ; and, of all my lands, Is nothing left me, but my body's length ! Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Seite 223 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! How sweet ! How lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes, it doth; a thousand fold it doth.
Seite 222 - 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.