The First Part of Henry the Fourth, Časť 1D.C. Heath, 1904 - 178 strán (strany) |
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Strana xxxii
... fear ” and “ base inclination " , and is represented as a traitor who is only too likely to side with the Percies against his own father . His reply to this wanton charge is full of a forbearance which springs from deep filial reverence ...
... fear ” and “ base inclination " , and is represented as a traitor who is only too likely to side with the Percies against his own father . His reply to this wanton charge is full of a forbearance which springs from deep filial reverence ...
Strana 9
... fear'd , than my condition ; Which hath been smooth as oil , soft as young down , And therefore lost that title of respect Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud . Wor . Our house , my sovereign liege , little deserves The ...
... fear'd , than my condition ; Which hath been smooth as oil , soft as young down , And therefore lost that title of respect Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud . Wor . Our house , my sovereign liege , little deserves The ...
Strana 11
... fears , When they have lost and forfeited themselves ? No , on the barren mountains let him starve ; For I shall never hold that man my friend Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransom home revolted Mortimer . Hot ...
... fears , When they have lost and forfeited themselves ? No , on the barren mountains let him starve ; For I shall never hold that man my friend Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransom home revolted Mortimer . Hot ...
Strana 23
... fear So strongly that they dare not meet each other ; Each takes his fellow for an officer . Away , good Ned . Falstaff sweats to death , And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Were ' t not for laughing , I should pity him . Poins ...
... fear So strongly that they dare not meet each other ; Each takes his fellow for an officer . Away , good Ned . Falstaff sweats to death , And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Were ' t not for laughing , I should pity him . Poins ...
Strana 24
... fear and cold heart , will he to the king and lay open all our proceedings . O , I could divide myself and go to 30 buffets , for moving such a dish of skim milk with so honourable an action ! Hang him ! let him tell the king : we are ...
... fear and cold heart , will he to the king and lay open all our proceedings . O , I could divide myself and go to 30 buffets , for moving such a dish of skim milk with so honourable an action ! Hang him ! let him tell the king : we are ...
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Anon Bardolph battle of Shrewsbury bear blank verse blood Bolingbroke buckram character cousin coward crown death devil dost doth Doug Douglas Earl of Fife earle of March Eastcheap Edited Edmund Mortimer Elizabethan England English Enter Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff Famous Victories father fear fight Francis Gads Gadshill give Glend Glossary hanged Harry hath hear Henry IV Henry Percy Holinshed Holinshed's honour horse hostess Hotspur humour Jack John of Lancaster Julius Cæsar King Henry king's knight Lady Percy lord meaning noble Northumberland Oldcastle Owen Glendower Persie Peto play Poins Prince Henry Prince of Wales prince's prisoners prithee prose Quarto Richard Richard II rogue sack scene Scot sense Shake Shakespeare Sir John SIR WALTER BLUNT speak speech sweet tavern tell thee thou art thou hast true Vernon villain Welsh Westmoreland Worcester word Zounds
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Strana 71 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Strana 36 - There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch : this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou keepest...
Strana 29 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife " Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.
Strana 4 - Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us, that are squires of the night's body, be called thieves of the day's beauty : let us be — Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon : And let men say, we be men of good government; being governed as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we — steal.
Strana 9 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Strana 60 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Strana 33 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Strana 10 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Strana 15 - To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! War.
Strana 9 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.