The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 2 |
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Sirrah , I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers ; and can call them all by their
Christian names , as — Tom , Dick , and Francis . They take it already upon their
salvation , that , though I be but prince of Wales , yet I am the king of courtesy ;
and ...
Sirrah , I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers ; and can call them all by their
Christian names , as — Tom , Dick , and Francis . They take it already upon their
salvation , that , though I be but prince of Wales , yet I am the king of courtesy ;
and ...
Page 124
How doth my son , and brother ? Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand . Even such a man , so faint , so
spiritless , So dull , so dead in look , so woe - begone , Drew Priam's curtain in
the dead ...
How doth my son , and brother ? Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand . Even such a man , so faint , so
spiritless , So dull , so dead in look , so woe - begone , Drew Priam's curtain in
the dead ...
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War . Both which , we doubt not but your majesty Shall soon enjoy . K . Hen .
Humphrey , my son of Gloster , Where is the prince your brother ? P . Humph . I
think , he ' s gone to hunt , my lord , at Windsor . K . Hen . And how accompanied
?
War . Both which , we doubt not but your majesty Shall soon enjoy . K . Hen .
Humphrey , my son of Gloster , Where is the prince your brother ? P . Humph . I
think , he ' s gone to hunt , my lord , at Windsor . K . Hen . And how accompanied
?
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Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds , But Harry Harry : Yet be sad , good brothers ,
For , to speak truth , it very well ... For me , by heaven , I bid you be assur ' d , I ' ll
be your father and your brother too ; Let me but bear your love , I ' ll bear your ...
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds , But Harry Harry : Yet be sad , good brothers ,
For , to speak truth , it very well ... For me , by heaven , I bid you be assur ' d , I ' ll
be your father and your brother too ; Let me but bear your love , I ' ll bear your ...
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Unto our brother France , —and to our sister , Health and fair time of day : joy and
good wishes To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine ; And ( as a branch
and member of this royalty , By whom this great assembly is contriv'd , ) We do ...
Unto our brother France , —and to our sister , Health and fair time of day : joy and
good wishes To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine ; And ( as a branch
and member of this royalty , By whom this great assembly is contriv'd , ) We do ...
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Page 169 - 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...
Page 169 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, 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 83 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 279 - 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, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
Page 108 - 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 : — this earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Page 98 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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 169 - ning clamour 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?
Page 279 - 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.
Page 241 - On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth So great an object: Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O, the very casques, That did affright the air at Agincourt ? O, pardon!
Page 341 - Like to the senators of the 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.