The Works of William Shakespeare: King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV ; Henry VWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Enter FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal ! What a brawling dost thou keep ? Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? P. Hen . He is walked up to ...
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Enter FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal ! What a brawling dost thou keep ? Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? P. Hen . He is walked up to ...
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... Poins . O ! ' tis our setter : I know his voice . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . What news ? Gads . Case ye , case yes ; on with your visors : there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; ' tis going to the king's exchequer . Fal . You ...
... Poins . O ! ' tis our setter : I know his voice . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . What news ? Gads . Case ye , case yes ; on with your visors : there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; ' tis going to the king's exchequer . Fal . You ...
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... Poins . Sirrah Jack , thy horse stands behind the hedge : when thou needest him , there thou shalt find him . Farewell , and stand fast . Fal . Now cannot I strike him , if I should be hanged . P. Hen . Ned , [ Aside to POINS ] where ...
... Poins . Sirrah Jack , thy horse stands behind the hedge : when thou needest him , there thou shalt find him . Farewell , and stand fast . Fal . Now cannot I strike him , if I should be hanged . P. Hen . Ned , [ Aside to POINS ] where ...
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... Poins . Stand close ; I hear them coming . Re - enter Thieves . Fal . Come , my masters ; let us share , and then to horse before day . An the prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards , there's no equity stirring : there's no more ...
... Poins . Stand close ; I hear them coming . Re - enter Thieves . Fal . Come , my masters ; let us share , and then to horse before day . An the prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards , there's no equity stirring : there's no more ...
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... Poins . How the rogue roar'd ! [ Exeunt . SCENE III . Warkworth . A Room in the Castle . Enter HOTSPUR , reading a Letter . - " But for mine own part , my lord , I could be well contented to be there , in respect of the love I bear your ...
... Poins . How the rogue roar'd ! [ Exeunt . SCENE III . Warkworth . A Room in the Castle . Enter HOTSPUR , reading a Letter . - " But for mine own part , my lord , I could be well contented to be there , in respect of the love I bear your ...
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Page 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!
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...