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 10
... night - tripping fairy had exchanged In cradle - clothes our children where they lay , And call'd mine Percy , his Plantagenet ! Then would I have his Harry , and he mine . One reason of Prince Henry's early irregularities seems to have ...
... night - tripping fairy had exchanged In cradle - clothes our children where they lay , And call'd mine Percy , his Plantagenet ! Then would I have his Harry , and he mine . One reason of Prince Henry's early irregularities seems to have ...
Strana 29
... night ? The whole thing is clearly a scheme , to provoke his hearers to come down upon him , and then witch them with his facility and felicity in extricating himself . And so , when they pounce upon him , and seem to have him in their ...
... night ? The whole thing is clearly a scheme , to provoke his hearers to come down upon him , and then witch them with his facility and felicity in extricating himself . And so , when they pounce upon him , and seem to have him in their ...
Strana 47
... night : " I will not excuse you ; you shall not be excused ; excuses shall not be admitted ; there is no excuse shall serve ; you shall not be excused . " And he lingers upon his words and keeps rolling them over in his mouth with a ...
... night : " I will not excuse you ; you shall not be excused ; excuses shall not be admitted ; there is no excuse shall serve ; you shall not be excused . " And he lingers upon his words and keeps rolling them over in his mouth with a ...
Strana 49
... night " his heart has grown rich with the exhilaration of wine ! Who can ever forget the exquis- ite humour of the contrast between Silence dry and Silence drunk ? In this vocal flow of Silence we catch the right spirit and style of old ...
... night " his heart has grown rich with the exhilaration of wine ! Who can ever forget the exquis- ite humour of the contrast between Silence dry and Silence drunk ? In this vocal flow of Silence we catch the right spirit and style of old ...
Strana 58
... night - tripping fairy had exchanged In cradle - clothes our children where they lay , And call'd mine Percy , his Plantagenet ! 17 Then would I have his Harry , and he mine : But let him from my thoughts . What think you , coz , Of ...
... night - tripping fairy had exchanged In cradle - clothes our children where they lay , And call'd mine Percy , his Plantagenet ! 17 Then would I have his Harry , and he mine : But let him from my thoughts . What think you , coz , Of ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
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.