Henry IV, Part First: With Introduction, and Notes Explanatory and Critical, for Use in Schools and Families, Časť 1Ginn & Company, 1888 |
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Strana 30
... Host . So he doth you , my lord ; and said , this other day , you ought him a thousand pound . Prince . Sirrah , do I owe you a thousand pound ? Fals . A thousand pound , Hal ! a million ! Thy love is worth a million ; thou owest me thy ...
... Host . So he doth you , my lord ; and said , this other day , you ought him a thousand pound . Prince . Sirrah , do I owe you a thousand pound ? Fals . A thousand pound , Hal ! a million ! Thy love is worth a million ; thou owest me thy ...
Strana 44
... Mrs. Quickly , the Host- ess of Eastcheap . She is well worth a steady looking at . One of the most characteristic passages in the play is her account of Falstaff's engagement to her ; which has been 44 KING HENRY THE FOURTH .
... Mrs. Quickly , the Host- ess of Eastcheap . She is well worth a steady looking at . One of the most characteristic passages in the play is her account of Falstaff's engagement to her ; which has been 44 KING HENRY THE FOURTH .
Strana 110
... Host . Marry , my lord , there is a nobleman of the Court at door would speak with you : he says he comes from father . your Prince . Give him as much as will make him a royal man , 3 and send him back again to my mother . Fal . What ...
... Host . Marry , my lord , there is a nobleman of the Court at door would speak with you : he says he comes from father . your Prince . Give him as much as will make him a royal man , 3 and send him back again to my mother . Fal . What ...
Strana 114
... Host . O Jesu , this is excellent sport , i'faith ! Fal . Weep not , sweet Queen ; for trickling tears are vain . Host . O , the Father , how he holds his countenance ! Fal . For God's sake , lords , convey my tristful Queen ; l - gates ...
... Host . O Jesu , this is excellent sport , i'faith ! Fal . Weep not , sweet Queen ; for trickling tears are vain . Host . O , the Father , how he holds his countenance ! Fal . For God's sake , lords , convey my tristful Queen ; l - gates ...
Strana 117
... Host . O Jesu , my lord , my lord , — Fal . Heigh , heigh ! the Devil rides upon a fiddlestick : what's the matter ? 58 Host . The sheriff and all the watch are at the door : they are come to search the house . Shall I let them in ? Fal ...
... Host . O Jesu , my lord , my lord , — Fal . Heigh , heigh ! the Devil rides upon a fiddlestick : what's the matter ? 58 Host . The sheriff and all the watch are at the door : they are come to search the house . Shall I let them in ? Fal ...
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anon arms art thou Bard Bardolph battle of Shrewsbury better blood called Capell character Collier's second folio counterfeit cousin coward Devil doth Doug Douglas drink Dyce Earl of Fife Earl of March Eastcheap Enter Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff father fear fight Francis Gads Gadshill give Glend Glendower grace Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart Holinshed honour horse Host Hostess Hotspur humour Jack keep King Henry Lady Lancaster lord matter means Mortimer never night noble old copies read old text Percy Peto play Poet Pointz pr'ythee Prince Henry Prince of Wales prisoners Richard rogue sack SCENE Scot sense Shakespeare Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir WALTER BLUNT Sirrah speak speech spirit sweet sword tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought to-morrow true Twelfth Night villain Westmoreland Worcester word wounds
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Strana 71 - 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, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner...
Strana 171 - tis no matter; 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 72 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad 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 31 - twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit : to die, is to be a counterfeit ; for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed.
Strana 195 - I cannot blame him : at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward.
Strana 204 - I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh : — But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
Strana 55 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Strana 155 - 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 29 - 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.
Strana 117 - Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.