The First Part of Henry the Fourth, Časť 1D.C. Heath, 1904 - 178 strán (strany) |
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Strana xxvii
... looks upon all with mistrust . The Percy rising brings out what is best in him , and in his plans for the campaign we see once again the far - seeing , practical man that won the throne from the hapless Richard . He forms a plan of ...
... looks upon all with mistrust . The Percy rising brings out what is best in him , and in his plans for the campaign we see once again the far - seeing , practical man that won the throne from the hapless Richard . He forms a plan of ...
Strana xxxi
... look discerningly into the Prince's character we realize that he unites in himself the highest qualities of men so divergent from each other as Henry IV and Hot- spur . He has the diplomacy of Bolingbroke , but he tempers it with the ...
... look discerningly into the Prince's character we realize that he unites in himself the highest qualities of men so divergent from each other as Henry IV and Hot- spur . He has the diplomacy of Bolingbroke , but he tempers it with the ...
Strana 12
... looks , 105 Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds , And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank Bloodstained with these valiant combatants . Never did base and rotten policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds ; 110 Nor never ...
... looks , 105 Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds , And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank Bloodstained with these valiant combatants . Never did base and rotten policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds ; 110 Nor never ...
Strana 13
... look'd pale , And on my face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him : was not he proclaim'd 145 By Richard that dead is the next of blood ? North . He was ; I heard the proclamation ...
... look'd pale , And on my face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him : was not he proclaim'd 145 By Richard that dead is the next of blood ? North . He was ; I heard the proclamation ...
Strana 15
... no tongue but thine own ! Hot . Why , look you , I am whipp'd and scourged with rods , Nettled and stung with pismires , when I hear 240 Of this vile politician , Bolingbroke . In Richard's time Scene 3 ] 15 KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
... no tongue but thine own ! Hot . Why , look you , I am whipp'd and scourged with rods , Nettled and stung with pismires , when I hear 240 Of this vile politician , Bolingbroke . In Richard's time Scene 3 ] 15 KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
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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.