The Stratford Shakspere: King Henry V. King Henry Vi. King Richard iii. King Henry ViiiC:Griffin & Company, 1867 |
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... Without much fall of blood ; whose guiltless drops Are every one a woe , a sore complaint , ' Gainst him whose wrongs give edge unto the swords That make such waste in brief mortality . Under this SCENE II . 6 KING HENRY V.
... Without much fall of blood ; whose guiltless drops Are every one a woe , a sore complaint , ' Gainst him whose wrongs give edge unto the swords That make such waste in brief mortality . Under this SCENE II . 6 KING HENRY V.
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... fall hath left a kind of blot , To mark the full - fraught man and best indued , With some suspicion . I will weep for thee ; For this revolt of thine , methinks , is like Another fall of man . - Their faults are open . Arrest them to ...
... fall hath left a kind of blot , To mark the full - fraught man and best indued , With some suspicion . I will weep for thee ; For this revolt of thine , methinks , is like Another fall of man . - Their faults are open . Arrest them to ...
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... fall . SCENE VI . - The English Camp in Picardy . Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN . [ Exeunt . Gow How now , captain Fluellen ? come you from the bridge ? FLU . 1 assure you , there is very excellent services com- mitted at the pridge . Gow ...
... fall . SCENE VI . - The English Camp in Picardy . Enter GOWER and FLUELLEN . [ Exeunt . Gow How now , captain Fluellen ? come you from the bridge ? FLU . 1 assure you , there is very excellent services com- mitted at the pridge . Gow ...
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... fall into foul bogs ; I had rather have my horse to my mistress . CON . I had as lief have my mistress a jade . DAU . I tell thee , constable , my mistress wears her own hair . CON . I could make as true a boast as that , if I had a sow ...
... fall into foul bogs ; I had rather have my horse to my mistress . CON . I had as lief have my mistress a jade . DAU . I tell thee , constable , my mistress wears her own hair . CON . I could make as true a boast as that , if I had a sow ...
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... fall to ; if you can mock a leek , you can eat a leek . Gow . Enough , captain ; you have astonished him . FLU . I say , I will make him eat some part of my leek , or I will peat his pate four days : -Bite , I pray you ; it is goot for ...
... fall to ; if you can mock a leek , you can eat a leek . Gow . Enough , captain ; you have astonished him . FLU . I say , I will make him eat some part of my leek , or I will peat his pate four days : -Bite , I pray you ; it is goot for ...
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Alarum ANNE Appears arms bear blood brother BUCK Buckingham CADE cardinal CATESBY CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford crown dauphin dead death doth DUCH duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward ELIZ enemies England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight France French friends GENT gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath hear heart Heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Julius Cæsar KATH king's lady liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam majesty Margaret MESS MURD murther ne'er never night noble peace PIST Plantagenet pray prince queen Reignier RICH Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick words
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Page 63 - 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 : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon saint Crispin's...
Page 321 - 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; So...
Page 547 - 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 yej I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Page 62 - O, do not wish one more ! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, 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...
Page 380 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph— I— that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 531 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Page 62 - 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.
Page 320 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; 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.
Page 321 - 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.
Page 32 - 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. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.