King Henry IV., part II. King Henry V. King Henry VI., part I. King Henry VI., part IIJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... thou nice1 crutch ; A scaly gauntlet now , with joints of steel , Must glove this hand : and hence , thou siekly quoif ; Thou art a guard too wanton for the head , Which princes , flesh'd with conquest , aim to hit . Now bind my brows ...
... thou nice1 crutch ; A scaly gauntlet now , with joints of steel , Must glove this hand : and hence , thou siekly quoif ; Thou art a guard too wanton for the head , Which princes , flesh'd with conquest , aim to hit . Now bind my brows ...
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... Thou whoreson mandrake , thou art fitter to be worn in my cap , than to wait at my heels . I was never manned with an agate till now ; but I 7 to gird at me : ] i . e . to gibe . 8 8 mandrake , ] Mandrake is a root supposed to have the ...
... Thou whoreson mandrake , thou art fitter to be worn in my cap , than to wait at my heels . I was never manned with an agate till now ; but I 7 to gird at me : ] i . e . to gibe . 8 8 mandrake , ] Mandrake is a root supposed to have the ...
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... thou fond many ! with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke , Before he was what thou would'st have him be ? And being now trimm'd in thine own desires , Thou , beastly feeder , art so full of him , 8 — one ...
... thou fond many ! with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke , Before he was what thou would'st have him be ? And being now trimm'd in thine own desires , Thou , beastly feeder , art so full of him , 8 — one ...
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... thou ? wilt thou ? thou bas- tardly rogue - Murder , murder ! O thou honey- suckle villain ! wilt thou kill God's officers , and the king's ? O thou honey - seed rogue ! thou art a honey - seed ; a man queller , and a woman queller ...
... thou ? wilt thou ? thou bas- tardly rogue - Murder , murder ! O thou honey- suckle villain ! wilt thou kill God's officers , and the king's ? O thou honey - seed rogue ! thou art a honey - seed ; a man queller , and a woman queller ...
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... thou art a great fool . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . Another Street . Enter Prince HENRY and POINS . P. Hen ... thou hast ; viz . these , and those that were the peach- colour'd ones ? or to bear the inventory of thy 34 SECOND PART ...
... thou art a great fool . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . Another Street . Enter Prince HENRY and POINS . P. Hen ... thou hast ; viz . these , and those that were the peach- colour'd ones ? or to bear the inventory of thy 34 SECOND PART ...
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Alarum Alençon arms Bard Bardolph bear blood Burgundy Cade captain Char crown Dauphin dead death dost doth duke duke of Burgundy duke of York earl enemy England English Enter King HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head heart heaven honour Houses of Yorke Humphrey Jack Cade JOHNSON Kath King Henry VI liege live look lord lord protector madam majesty master means never night noble peace Pist Pistol play Poins pray prince Pucelle queen Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Shal Shallow shame sir John sir John Falstaff soldiers Somerset soul speak spirit Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor unto Warwick wilt word York
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Seite 137 - 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.
Seite 57 - Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Seite 455 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Seite 60 - 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...
Seite 177 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Seite 177 - 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, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
Seite 149 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order * to a peopled kingdom : They have a king, and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor : Who, busied in his majesty, surveys...
Seite 15 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Seite 219 - I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! 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.