Shakespere's Works, Volume 5D. Appleton, 1897 |
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Pagina 94
... Douglas . OWEN GLENDOWER . SIR RICHARD VERNON . SIR JOHN FALstaff . SIR MICHAEL , a Friend to the Archbishop of York . POINS . GADSHILL . РЕТО . BARDOLPH . LADY PERCY , Wife to Hotspur , and Sister to Mortimer . LADY MORTIMER , Daughter ...
... Douglas . OWEN GLENDOWER . SIR RICHARD VERNON . SIR JOHN FALstaff . SIR MICHAEL , a Friend to the Archbishop of York . POINS . GADSHILL . РЕТО . BARDOLPH . LADY PERCY , Wife to Hotspur , and Sister to Mortimer . LADY MORTIMER , Daughter ...
Pagina 97
... Douglas is discomfited ; Ten thousand bold Scots , two - and - twenty knights , Balk'd in their own blood , did Sir Walter see On Holmedon's plains : of prisoners Hotspur tock Mordake the Earl of Fife , and eldest son To beaten Douglas ...
... Douglas is discomfited ; Ten thousand bold Scots , two - and - twenty knights , Balk'd in their own blood , did Sir Walter see On Holmedon's plains : of prisoners Hotspur tock Mordake the Earl of Fife , and eldest son To beaten Douglas ...
Pagina 112
... Douglas ' son your only mean For powers in Scotland ; which , for divers reasons Which I shall send you written , be assur'd , Will easily be granted . To NORTHUMBERLAND . You , my lord , Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd , Shall ...
... Douglas ' son your only mean For powers in Scotland ; which , for divers reasons Which I shall send you written , be assur'd , Will easily be granted . To NORTHUMBERLAND . You , my lord , Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd , Shall ...
Pagina 113
... Douglas and our powers at once , As I will fashion it , shall happily meet , To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms , Which now we hold at much uncertainty . North . Farewell , good brother : we shall thrive , I trust . Hot . Uncle ...
... Douglas and our powers at once , As I will fashion it , shall happily meet , To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms , Which now we hold at much uncertainty . North . Farewell , good brother : we shall thrive , I trust . Hot . Uncle ...
Pagina 121
... Douglas ? Have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month , and are they not some of them set for- ward already ? What a pagan rascal is this ! an infidel ! Ha ! you shall see now in very sincerity of fear ...
... Douglas ? Have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month , and are they not some of them set for- ward already ? What a pagan rascal is this ! an infidel ! Ha ! you shall see now in very sincerity of fear ...
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Archbishop of York arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bishop of CARLISLE blood Blunt Boling Bolingbroke Bushy Colevile cousin crown Davy dead death Doll doth Douglas Duch Duke Duke of Hereford Earl Eastcheap Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff farewell father fear friends Gaunt give Glend Glendower grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Hereford hither honour horse Hotspur Jack John of Gaunt JOHN OF LANCASTER King HENRY King Richard Lady Lanc liege live look lord majesty Master Shallow Mortimer Mowb Mowbray never night noble North Northumberland pardon peace Percy Pist Poins pray Prince Prince of Wales prithee Queen Quick Re-enter Rich rogue SCENE Shal Shrewsbury Sir John Sir John Falstaff sorrow soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle Westmoreland wilt word York Zounds
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Pagina 48 - For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antick 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!
Pagina 236 - With deaf'ning 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.
Pagina 236 - 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 perfum'd chambers of the great...
Pagina 134 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Pagina 174 - 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
Pagina 103 - 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, and trimly...
Pagina 18 - 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 k summer's heat?
Pagina 48 - I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief, Need friends : — Subjected thus, How can you say to me — I am a king ? Car.
Pagina 66 - Rich. Give me the crown. — Here, cousin, seize the crown ; On this side my hand, and on that side, thine. Now is this golden crown like a deep well That owes two buckets filling one another ; The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unseen, and full of water : That bucket down, and full of tears, am I, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
Pagina 75 - God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home ; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head, Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeled The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.