The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1-2. Henry VC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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Pàgina 11
... pray Your highness to assign our trial day . K.Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me : Let's purge this choler without letting blood : This we prescribe , though no physician 16 ; Deep malice makes too deep incision : Forget ...
... pray Your highness to assign our trial day . K.Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me : Let's purge this choler without letting blood : This we prescribe , though no physician 16 ; Deep malice makes too deep incision : Forget ...
Pàgina 19
... prayers ; And with thy blessings steel my lance's point , That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat , And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt , Even in the lusty ' haviour of his son . Gaunt . Heaven in thy good cause make thee ...
... prayers ; And with thy blessings steel my lance's point , That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat , And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt , Even in the lusty ' haviour of his son . Gaunt . Heaven in thy good cause make thee ...
Pàgina 31
... Pray God , we may make haste , and come too late ! [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. London . A Room in Ely - house . GAUNT on a Couch ; the DUKE OF YORK1 , and others standing by him . Gaunt . Will the king come ? that I may breathe my last ...
... Pray God , we may make haste , and come too late ! [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. London . A Room in Ely - house . GAUNT on a Couch ; the DUKE OF YORK1 , and others standing by him . Gaunt . Will the king come ? that I may breathe my last ...
Pàgina 60
... pray thee , with a lurking adder ; Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.— Mock not my senseless conjuration , lords ; This earth shall have a feeling , and these stones Prove armed ...
... pray thee , with a lurking adder ; Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.— Mock not my senseless conjuration , lords ; This earth shall have a feeling , and these stones Prove armed ...
Pàgina 105
... pray , More sins , for this forgiveness , prosper may . This fester'd joint cut off , the rest rests sound , This ... prayers , I bend my knee . 6 [ Kneels , 6 It is probable that the old ballad of King Cophetua and the Beggar Maid ' is ...
... pray , More sins , for this forgiveness , prosper may . This fester'd joint cut off , the rest rests sound , This ... prayers , I bend my knee . 6 [ Kneels , 6 It is probable that the old ballad of King Cophetua and the Beggar Maid ' is ...
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arms Aumerle Bard Bardolph battle of Agincourt blood Boling Bolingbroke brother called Cotgrave cousin crown death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio France French friends Gaunt give Glendower grace grief hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host Hotspur John of Gaunt King Henry King Henry IV King Richard King Richard II king's Lady liege live look lord majesty master merry Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies passage peace Percy Pist Pistol play Poins pray prince prince of Wales quarto Queen Rich sack SCENE Scroop Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak Steevens sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue unto Westmoreland word York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 309 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Pàgina 34 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Pàgina 28 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Pàgina 34 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Pàgina 229 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pàgina 276 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Pàgina 306 - 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...
Pàgina 229 - 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 that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Pàgina 482 - 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 : 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...
Pàgina 259 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.