King Henry IV.: The First[-second] Part ... in Five Acts |
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... And ' twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet - box , which , ever and
anon , He gave his nose , and took ' t away again ; And still he smil ' d , and talk '
d ; And , as the soldiers bore dead bodies by , He call ' d them - untaught knaves
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... And ' twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet - box , which , ever and
anon , He gave his nose , and took ' t away again ; And still he smil ' d , and talk '
d ; And , as the soldiers bore dead bodies by , He call ' d them - untaught knaves
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The better part of valour is - discretion ; in the which better part I have saved my
life . I am afraid of this gunpowder , Percy , though he be dead : How if he should
counterfeit too , and rise ? I am afraid , he would prove the better counterfeit .
The better part of valour is - discretion ; in the which better part I have saved my
life . I am afraid of this gunpowder , Percy , though he be dead : How if he should
counterfeit too , and rise ? I am afraid , he would prove the better counterfeit .
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How a good yoke of bullocks , at Stamford fair ? Sil . Truly , cousin , I was not
there . Shal . Death is certain . - s old Double of your town living yet ? Sil , Dead ,
sir . Shal . Dead ! - - See , see ! - he drew a good bow ; And dead ! - he shot a fine
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How a good yoke of bullocks , at Stamford fair ? Sil . Truly , cousin , I was not
there . Shal . Death is certain . - s old Double of your town living yet ? Sil , Dead ,
sir . Shal . Dead ! - - See , see ! - he drew a good bow ; And dead ! - he shot a fine
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The First[-second] Part ... in Five Acts William Shakespeare. Pist . No ; for my
manly heart doth yern . Bardolph , be blithe ; - Nym , rouse thy vaunting veins ;
Boy , bristle thy courage up ; - - for Falstaff he is dead , And we must yern
therefore .
The First[-second] Part ... in Five Acts William Shakespeare. Pist . No ; for my
manly heart doth yern . Bardolph , be blithe ; - Nym , rouse thy vaunting veins ;
Boy , bristle thy courage up ; - - for Falstaff he is dead , And we must yern
therefore .
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Thus says my king : - Say thou to Harry England , Although we seemed dead , we
did but sleep ; Tell him , we could at Harfleur have rebuk ' d him ; But that we
thought not good to bruise an injury , Till it were ripe . Now speak we on our cue ...
Thus says my king : - Say thou to Harry England , Although we seemed dead , we
did but sleep ; Tell him , we could at Harfleur have rebuk ' d him ; But that we
thought not good to bruise an injury , Till it were ripe . Now speak we on our cue ...
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Страница 51 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the shipboy'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 deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Страница 51 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Страница 17 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Страница 48 - 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 and show his scars, And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
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Страница 15 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am...