Shakespeare's History of King Henry the Fourth, Volume 1American Book Company, 1904 |
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... arms were moulded in their mothers ' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields 20 IO Remorse Over whose acres walk'd those blessed " omb feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross . But ...
... arms were moulded in their mothers ' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields 20 IO Remorse Over whose acres walk'd those blessed " omb feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross . But ...
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... arms . The virtue of this jest will be the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us when we meet at supper : how thirty , at least , he fought with ; what wards , what blows , what ex- tremities he endured ; and in ...
... arms . The virtue of this jest will be the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us when we meet at supper : how thirty , at least , he fought with ; what wards , what blows , what ex- tremities he endured ; and in ...
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... arms , Which now we hold at much uncertainty . 290 Northumberland . Farewell , good brother ; we shall thrive , I trust . Hotspur . Uncle , adieu ; O , let the hours be short 300 Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport ...
... arms , Which now we hold at much uncertainty . 290 Northumberland . Farewell , good brother ; we shall thrive , I trust . Hotspur . Uncle , adieu ; O , let the hours be short 300 Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport ...
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... arms by the ninth of the next month ? and are they not some of them set forward already ? What a pagan rascal is this ! an infidel ! Ha ! you shall see now , in very sincerity of fear and cold heart , will he to the king and lay open ...
... arms by the ninth of the next month ? and are they not some of them set forward already ? What a pagan rascal is this ! an infidel ! Ha ! you shall see now , in very sincerity of fear and cold heart , will he to the king and lay open ...
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... arms . What never - dying honour hath he got Against renowned Douglas ! whose high deeds , Whose hot incursions and great name in arms , Holds from all soldiers chief majority And military title capital 90 100 ΙΙΟ Through all the ...
... arms . What never - dying honour hath he got Against renowned Douglas ! whose high deeds , Whose hot incursions and great name in arms , Holds from all soldiers chief majority And military title capital 90 100 ΙΙΟ Through all the ...
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Anon Bardolph battle battle of Shrewsbury blood brother Carrier character Clarke cousin coward Cymb death devil dost doth Douglas Earl of Fife earl of March early eds Eastcheap Enter Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff father fear folio Francis Gadshill give grace hanged Harry hath head hear heaven Henry Hotspur HENRY IV Henry Percy Holinshed honour horse Hostess Hotspur Jack Johnson King Henry king's Lady Percy Lancaster Lear lord lord Henry Percy Malone Mortimer never night noble Northumberland Owen Glendower Peto play Poins Prince of Wales prisoners prithee quartos remarks Rich rogue sack says SCENE Schmidt Scot Shakespeare Sheriff Shrewsbury Sir John Sir John Falstaff SIR WALTER BLUNT Sonn speak Steevens quotes sweet sword syllable tell Temp thee thou art thou hast tongue trisyllable Vaughan Vernon verse Welsh Westmoreland word Zounds
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Page 67 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned : if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; Banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish...
Page 33 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship ! Wor.
Page 54 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, — Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.
Page 23 - So when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes...
Page 22 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world...
Page 24 - 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 dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom...
Page 14 - No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood ; No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs Of hostile paces : those opposed eyes, Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, All of one nature, of one substance bred, Did lately meet in the intestine shock And furious close of civil butchery, Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks, March all one way...
Page 175 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry ! England ! and Saint George ! [Exeunt . Alarum, and Chambers go off.
Page 167 - I cannot blame him : at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward.
Page 73 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.