The Works of William Shakespeare: King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV ; Henry VWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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Strana 110
... NORTHUMBERLAND . HENRY PERCY , his Son . LORD ROSS . LORD WILLOUGHBY . LORD FITZ- WATER . BISHOP OF CARLISLE . Abbot of Westminster . LORD MARSHAL ; and another Lord . SIR PIERCE OF EXTON . SIR STEPHEN SCROOP . Captain of a Band of ...
... NORTHUMBERLAND . HENRY PERCY , his Son . LORD ROSS . LORD WILLOUGHBY . LORD FITZ- WATER . BISHOP OF CARLISLE . Abbot of Westminster . LORD MARSHAL ; and another Lord . SIR PIERCE OF EXTON . SIR STEPHEN SCROOP . Captain of a Band of ...
Strana 141
... NORTHUMBERLAND . North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said . His tongue is now a stringless instrument : Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent ...
... NORTHUMBERLAND . North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said . His tongue is now a stringless instrument : Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent ...
Strana 145
... Northumberland : We three are but thyself ; and , speaking so , Thy words are but as thoughts : therefore , be bold . North . Then thus . - I have from Port le Blanc , a bay In Britanny , receiv'd intelligence , That Harry duke of ...
... Northumberland : We three are but thyself ; and , speaking so , Thy words are but as thoughts : therefore , be bold . North . Then thus . - I have from Port le Blanc , a bay In Britanny , receiv'd intelligence , That Harry duke of ...
Strana 149
... Northumberland , his son , young Henry Percy " , The lords of Ross , Beaumond , and Willoughby , With all their powerful friends , are fled to him . Bushy . Why have you not proclaim'd Northumber- land , And all the rest of the revolted ...
... Northumberland , his son , young Henry Percy " , The lords of Ross , Beaumond , and Willoughby , With all their powerful friends , are fled to him . Bushy . Why have you not proclaim'd Northumber- land , And all the rest of the revolted ...
Strana 153
... NORTHUMBERLAND , with Forces . Boling . How far is it , my lord , to Berkley now ? North . Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Glostershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make ...
... NORTHUMBERLAND , with Forces . Boling . How far is it , my lord , to Berkley now ? North . Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Glostershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make ...
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Strana 167 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Strana 320 - 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 560 - Like to the senators of th' antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Strana 236 - 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.
Strana 540 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Strana 501 - 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...