The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: King Henry iV. King Henry VH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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Strana 8
... heavy news ; Whose worst was , -that the noble Mortimer , 1 Expedition . 2 Particulars . Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Against the irregular 8 ACT I. KING HENRY IV .-- PART I. Falstaff, Doll Tear-sheet, &c -Fuseli.
... heavy news ; Whose worst was , -that the noble Mortimer , 1 Expedition . 2 Particulars . Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Against the irregular 8 ACT I. KING HENRY IV .-- PART I. Falstaff, Doll Tear-sheet, &c -Fuseli.
Strana 12
... noble and chaste mistress the moon , under whose countenance we - steal . P. Hen . Thou sayest well ; and it holds well too : for the fortune of us , that are the moon's men , doth ebb and flow like the sea ; being governed , as the sea ...
... noble and chaste mistress the moon , under whose countenance we - steal . P. Hen . Thou sayest well ; and it holds well too : for the fortune of us , that are the moon's men , doth ebb and flow like the sea ; being governed , as the sea ...
Strana 24
... noble Mortimer Receive so many , and all willingly . Then let him not be slander'd with revolt . K. Hen . Thou dost belie him , Percy , thou dost belie him . He never did encounter with Glendower ; I tell thee , He durst as well have ...
... noble Mortimer Receive so many , and all willingly . Then let him not be slander'd with revolt . K. Hen . Thou dost belie him , Percy , thou dost belie him . He never did encounter with Glendower ; I tell thee , He durst as well have ...
Strana 28
... noble Scots . I'll keep them all : By heaven , he shall not have a Scot of them ; No , if a Scot would save his soul , he shall not : I'll keep them , by this hand . You start away , Wor . And lend no ear unto my purposes . Those ...
... noble Scots . I'll keep them all : By heaven , he shall not have a Scot of them ; No , if a Scot would save his soul , he shall not : I'll keep them , by this hand . You start away , Wor . And lend no ear unto my purposes . Those ...
Strana 30
... noble prelate , well beloved , The archbishop . Hot . Of York , is ' t not ? Wor . True ; who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol , the lord Scroop . I speak not this in estimation , As what I think might be ; but what I know Is ...
... noble prelate , well beloved , The archbishop . Hot . Of York , is ' t not ? Wor . True ; who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol , the lord Scroop . I speak not this in estimation , As what I think might be ; but what I know Is ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
anon archbishop of York art thou Bardolph blood Blunt brother captain CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin coward crown dæmon del HENRY devil Doll doth Douglas duke earl Eastcheap England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff father fear France French friends Gads Gadshill give Glen Glendower grace hanged Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven honor horse Host hostess Hotspur Jack Kate Kath knave Lady liege look lord majesty master Mortimer never night noble Northumberland numbers peace Percy Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray PRINCE HENRY PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales rascal Re-enter rogue sack SCENE SHAK Shal Shallow Shrewsbury sir John sir John Falstaff Sirrah soldier speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast unto villain Westmoreland wilt Zounds
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Strana 202 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Strana 22 - To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds — God save the mark! — And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise...
Strana 378 - God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Strana 19 - 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...
Strana 301 - 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 The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Strana 201 - HENRY'S SOLILOQUY ON SLEEP. [From King Henry IV.} 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, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd...
Strana 128 - 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 331 - 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.
Strana 331 - 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...
Strana 379 - 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. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, "To-morrow is Saint Crispian." Then will he strip his sleeve...