The Historical Shakespearian Reader: Comprising the "Histories," Or, "Chronicle Plays" of Shakespeare ... Expurgated and Revised, with ... Notes by John W. S. HowsAppleton, 1863 - 503 strán (strany) |
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Strana 67
... Edward's son , This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head , Should run thy head from thy unreverend shoulders . Gaunt . O , spare me not , my brother Edward's son , For that I was his father Edward's son ; - That blood already , like ...
... Edward's son , This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head , Should run thy head from thy unreverend shoulders . Gaunt . O , spare me not , my brother Edward's son , For that I was his father Edward's son ; - That blood already , like ...
Strana 213
... , Deriv'd from Edward , his great grandfather . Ely . What was th ' impediment that broke this off ? * Crescive - increasing , growing . Cant . The French embassador upon that instant Crav'd audience KING HENRY V. 213.
... , Deriv'd from Edward , his great grandfather . Ely . What was th ' impediment that broke this off ? * Crescive - increasing , growing . Cant . The French embassador upon that instant Crav'd audience KING HENRY V. 213.
Strana 215
... Edward the black prince , Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy , Making defeat on the full power of France . Ely . Awake remembrance of these valiant dead , And with your puissant arm renew their feats . Exe . Your brother kings ...
... Edward the black prince , Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy , Making defeat on the full power of France . Ely . Awake remembrance of these valiant dead , And with your puissant arm renew their feats . Exe . Your brother kings ...
Strana 217
... Edward the third . In answer of which claim , the prince our master Says , that you savor too much of your youth ; And bids you be advis'd , there's naught in France That can be with a nimble galliard won ; - You cannot revel into ...
... Edward the third . In answer of which claim , the prince our master Says , that you savor too much of your youth ; And bids you be advis'd , there's naught in France That can be with a nimble galliard won ; - You cannot revel into ...
Strana 222
... Edward , black prince of Wales . This is a stem Of that victorious stock ; and let us fear The native mightiness and fate of him . Enter a Messenger . Mess . Embassadors from Harry king of England Do crave admittance to your majesty ...
... Edward , black prince of Wales . This is a stem Of that victorious stock ; and let us fear The native mightiness and fate of him . Enter a Messenger . Mess . Embassadors from Harry king of England Do crave admittance to your majesty ...
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Alarum Alençon arms art thou Bard Bardolph bear blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Clarence cousin crown Dauphin dead death dost doth Duch duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff farewell father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear fight France French friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious grief hand hath head hear heart heaven hither honor house of York Jack Cade Kath king's lady liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam majesty master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Poins pray prince queen Re-enter Reignier Rich RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Shal shame Sir John soldiers Somerset soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt words
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Strana 489 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Strana 375 - 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 216 - 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...
Strana 179 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Strana 160 - For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart ! — Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Strana 180 - With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? — Canst thou, O partial Sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Strana 53 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 180 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Strana 375 - 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. When this is known, then to divide the times : So many hours must I tend my flock ; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate ; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young...
Strana 97 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.