The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... Heaven will ! Bard . As good as heart can wish.- The king is almost wounded to the death ; And , in the fortune of my lord your son , Prince Harry slain outright ; and both the Blunts Killed by the hand of Douglas : young prince John ...
... Heaven will ! Bard . As good as heart can wish.- The king is almost wounded to the death ; And , in the fortune of my lord your son , Prince Harry slain outright ; and both the Blunts Killed by the hand of Douglas : young prince John ...
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... Heaven I had not seen ; But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state , Rendering faint quittance , wearied and out - breathed , To Harry Monmouth ; whose swift wrath beat down The never - daunted Percy to the earth , From whence with ...
... Heaven I had not seen ; But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state , Rendering faint quittance , wearied and out - breathed , To Harry Monmouth ; whose swift wrath beat down The never - daunted Percy to the earth , From whence with ...
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... heaven kiss earth ! Now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confined ! let order die ! And let this world no longer be a stage , To feed contention in a lingering act ; But let one spirit of the first - born Cain Reign in all ...
... heaven kiss earth ! Now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confined ! let order die ! And let this world no longer be a stage , To feed contention in a lingering act ; But let one spirit of the first - born Cain Reign in all ...
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... Heaven his quarrel , and his cause ; Tells them , he doth bestride a bleeding land , Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; And more1 and less do flock to follow him . North . I knew of this before ; but , to speak truth , This ...
... Heaven his quarrel , and his cause ; Tells them , he doth bestride a bleeding land , Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; And more1 and less do flock to follow him . North . I knew of this before ; but , to speak truth , This ...
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... Heaven mend him ! I pray , let me speak with you . Fal . This apoplexy is , as I take it , a kind of leth- argy , an't please your lordship ; a kind of sleeping in the blood , a whoreson tingling . Ch . Just . What tell you me of it ...
... Heaven mend him ! I pray , let me speak with you . Fal . This apoplexy is , as I take it , a kind of leth- argy , an't please your lordship ; a kind of sleeping in the blood , a whoreson tingling . Ch . Just . What tell you me of it ...
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Page 190 - 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 abed, Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here: And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint...
Page 153 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Page 117 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to "act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Page 152 - 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 blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Page 144 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 52 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 153 - Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you called fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen...
Page 472 - 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 472 - 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 28 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some ; whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...