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Other editions - View allCommon terms and phrasesalludes ancient appears arms art thou Baft Baling Bard Bardolph believe blood Bolingbroke brother called cousin crown Dauphin death dost doth duke earl Earl of March England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff fame father Faulconbridge fays fear fense folio foul France French friends Gaunt give grace grief hall hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven honour horse Hotspur humour Johnson King Henry King John King Richard king's Lady liege look lord majesty Malone Mason means Mortimer never night noble Northumberland passage peace Percy Pistol play poet Poins Pope prince prince of Wales quarto Queen Rich scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal signifies Sir Dagonet Sir John Sir John Oldcastle soldiers speak speech Steevens suppose sweet sword tell thee Theobald thine thou art thought tongue true unto Warburton Weft Westmoreland word Popular passagesPage 438 - 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... Page 361 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism. Page 116 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. Page 627 - 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 today 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 a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. Page 361 - 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 547 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the... Page 253 - He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box... Page 439 - 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? Bibliographic information
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