The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: King Henry iV. King Henry VH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... four o'clock , early at Gadshill : there are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings , and traders riding to London with fat purses : I have visors for you all , you have horses for yourselves : Gadshill lies to - night in ...
... four o'clock , early at Gadshill : there are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings , and traders riding to London with fat purses : I have visors for you all , you have horses for yourselves : Gadshill lies to - night in ...
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... four by the day , I'll be hanged : Charles ' wain is over the new chimney , and yet our horse not packed . What , ostler ! Ost . [ within . ] Anon , anon . 1 1 Car . I pr'ythee , Tom , beat Cut's saddle ; put a few flocks in the point ...
... four by the day , I'll be hanged : Charles ' wain is over the new chimney , and yet our horse not packed . What , ostler ! Ost . [ within . ] Anon , anon . 1 1 Car . I pr'ythee , Tom , beat Cut's saddle ; put a few flocks in the point ...
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... four foot by the squire farther afoot , I shall break my wind . Well , I doubt not but to die a fair death , for all this , if I ' scape hanging for killing that rogue . I have forsworn his company hourly any time this two and twenty ...
... four foot by the squire farther afoot , I shall break my wind . Well , I doubt not but to die a fair death , for all this , if I ' scape hanging for killing that rogue . I have forsworn his company hourly any time this two and twenty ...
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... four shall front them in the narrow lane ; Ned Poins and I will walk lower : if they ' scape from your encounter , then they light on us . Peto . How many be there of them ? Gads . Some eight or ten . Fal . Zounds ! will they not rob us ...
... four shall front them in the narrow lane ; Ned Poins and I will walk lower : if they ' scape from your encounter , then they light on us . Peto . How many be there of them ? Gads . Some eight or ten . Fal . Zounds ! will they not rob us ...
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... four loggerheads , amongst three or four score hogsheads . very base string of humility . brother to a leash of drawers ; by their Christian names , as - Tom , Dick , and Francis . They take it already upon their salvation , that ...
... four loggerheads , amongst three or four score hogsheads . very base string of humility . brother to a leash of drawers ; by their Christian names , as - Tom , Dick , and Francis . They take it already upon their salvation , that ...
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anon archbishop of York art thou Bardolph blood Blunt brother captain CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin coward crown dæmon del HENRY devil Doll doth Douglas duke earl Eastcheap England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff father fear France French friends Gads Gadshill give Glen Glendower grace hanged Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven honor horse Host hostess Hotspur Jack Kate Kath knave Lady liege look lord majesty master Mortimer never night noble Northumberland numbers peace Percy Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray PRINCE HENRY PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales rascal Re-enter rogue sack SCENE SHAK Shal Shallow Shrewsbury sir John sir John Falstaff Sirrah soldier speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast unto villain Westmoreland wilt Zounds
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Страница 202 - 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 deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Страница 22 - To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds — God save the mark! — And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise...
Страница 378 - 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.
Страница 19 - 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...
Страница 301 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Страница 201 - HENRY'S SOLILOQUY ON SLEEP. [From King Henry IV.} 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 ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd...
Страница 128 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Страница 331 - 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.
Страница 331 - 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...
Страница 379 - 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 call'd the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, "To-morrow is Saint Crispian." Then will he strip his sleeve...