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Page 76
There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune ; nor no more truth in thee ,
than in a drawn fox ; and for womanhood , maid Marian may be the deputy's wife
of the ward to thee . Go , you thing , go . Host . Say , what thing ? what thing ?
There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune ; nor no more truth in thee ,
than in a drawn fox ; and for womanhood , maid Marian may be the deputy's wife
of the ward to thee . Go , you thing , go . Host . Say , what thing ? what thing ?
Page 78
Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest , and do it with unwashed hands
too . Bard . Do , my lord . P . Hen . I have procured thee , Jack , a charge of foot .
Fal . I would , it had been of horse . Where shall I find one that can steal well ?
Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest , and do it with unwashed hands
too . Bard . Do , my lord . P . Hen . I have procured thee , Jack , a charge of foot .
Fal . I would , it had been of horse . Where shall I find one that can steal well ?
Page 135
But look you pray , all you that kiss my lady peace at home , that our armies join
not in a hot day ! for , by the Lord , I take but two shirts out with me , and I mean
not to sweat extraordinarily : if it be a hot day , and I brandish any thing but my ...
But look you pray , all you that kiss my lady peace at home , that our armies join
not in a hot day ! for , by the Lord , I take but two shirts out with me , and I mean
not to sweat extraordinarily : if it be a hot day , and I brandish any thing but my ...
Page 148
Shall I tell thee one thing , Poins ? Poins . Yes ; and let it be an excellent good
thing . P. Hen . It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine . Poins .
Go to ; I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell . P. Hen . Why , I tell
thee ...
Shall I tell thee one thing , Poins ? Poins . Yes ; and let it be an excellent good
thing . P. Hen . It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine . Poins .
Go to ; I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell . P. Hen . Why , I tell
thee ...
Page 173
By the mass , I was called any thing ; and I would have done any thing , indeed ,
and roundly too . There was I , and little John Doit of Staffordshire , and black
George Bare , and Francis Pickbone , and Will Squele a Cotswold man , — you
had ...
By the mass , I was called any thing ; and I would have done any thing , indeed ,
and roundly too . There was I , and little John Doit of Staffordshire , and black
George Bare , and Francis Pickbone , and Will Squele a Cotswold man , — you
had ...
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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.
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| Title | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 2 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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