Shakespeare's History of King Henry the Fourth, Volume 1American Book Company, 1904 |
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... face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Worcester . I cannot blame him ; was he not pro- claim'd By Richard that dead is the next of blood ? Northumberland . He was ; I heard the proclamation . And then ...
... face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Worcester . I cannot blame him ; was he not pro- claim'd By Richard that dead is the next of blood ? Northumberland . He was ; I heard the proclamation . And then ...
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... face Of that occasion that shall bring it on . 270 Hotspur . I smell it ; upon my life , it will do well . Northumberland . Before the game ' s afoot , thou still lett'st slip . Hotspur . Why , it cannot choose but be a noble plot ...
... face Of that occasion that shall bring it on . 270 Hotspur . I smell it ; upon my life , it will do well . Northumberland . Before the game ' s afoot , thou still lett'st slip . Hotspur . Why , it cannot choose but be a noble plot ...
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... face strange motions have appear'd , Such as we see when men restrain their breath 60 On some great sudden hest . O , what portents are these ? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand , And I must know it , else he loves me not ...
... face strange motions have appear'd , Such as we see when men restrain their breath 60 On some great sudden hest . O , what portents are these ? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand , And I must know it , else he loves me not ...
Page 65
... face of the earth , then am I a shotten herring . There live not three good men unhanged in England , and one of them is fat and 130 grows old ; God help the while ! a bad world , I say . I would I were a weaver ; I could sing psalms or ...
... face of the earth , then am I a shotten herring . There live not three good men unhanged in England , and one of them is fat and 130 grows old ; God help the while ! a bad world , I say . I would I were a weaver ; I could sing psalms or ...
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... face me . — Give me a cup of sack ; I am a rogue , if I drunk to - day . Prince . O villain ! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou drunkest last . Falstaff . All's one for that . plague of all cowards , still say I. Prince . What ' s ...
... face me . — Give me a cup of sack ; I am a rogue , if I drunk to - day . Prince . O villain ! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou drunkest last . Falstaff . All's one for that . plague of all cowards , still say I. Prince . What ' s ...
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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.