Shakespeare's play of King Henry the fifth, arranged for representation at the Princess's theatre, with historical and explanatory notes by C. KeanJohn K. Chapman and Company, 1859 - 96 pages |
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Page vii
... heaven , crowned with imperishable glory . The portrait of this great man is drawn throughout the play with the pencil of a master- hand . The pleasantry of the prince occasionally peeps through the dignified reserve of the monarch , as ...
... heaven , crowned with imperishable glory . The portrait of this great man is drawn throughout the play with the pencil of a master- hand . The pleasantry of the prince occasionally peeps through the dignified reserve of the monarch , as ...
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... heaven of invention , 1 A kingdom for a stage , princes to act , And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then ... heavens one above another , the last and highest of which was one of fire . It alludes , likewise , to the aspiring ...
... heaven of invention , 1 A kingdom for a stage , princes to act , And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then ... heavens one above another , the last and highest of which was one of fire . It alludes , likewise , to the aspiring ...
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... Heaven and its angels guard your sacred throne , 3 And make you long become it ! K. Hen . Sure , we thank you . My learned lord , we pray you to proceed , * The throne is powdered with the letter S. This decoration made its appearance ...
... Heaven and its angels guard your sacred throne , 3 And make you long become it ! K. Hen . Sure , we thank you . My learned lord , we pray you to proceed , * The throne is powdered with the letter S. This decoration made its appearance ...
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... Heaven forbid , my dear and faithful lord , That you should fashion , wrest , or bow your reading , " Or nicely charge your understanding soul 6 With opening titles miscreate , ' whose right Suits not in native colours with the truth ...
... Heaven forbid , my dear and faithful lord , That you should fashion , wrest , or bow your reading , " Or nicely charge your understanding soul 6 With opening titles miscreate , ' whose right Suits not in native colours with the truth ...
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... Heaven's help , And yours , the noble sinews of our power , - France being ours , we'll bend it to our awe , Or break it all to pieces . 13 So hath your highness ; ] i . e . , your highness hath indeed what they think and know you have ...
... Heaven's help , And yours , the noble sinews of our power , - France being ours , we'll bend it to our awe , Or break it all to pieces . 13 So hath your highness ; ] i . e . , your highness hath indeed what they think and know you have ...
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Alençon archers banner Bardolph battle of Agincourt BEDFORD behold blood brother captain Charles CHARLES KEAN Charles VI CHORUS CONSTABLE CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin Crosses crown Dauphin dear death doth Duke of Burgundy Duke of Exeter Duke of Orleans Duke of York Earl of Cambridge enemy English army Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit fair father fire Fluellen FRENCH KING GLOSTER glove goot Gower grace Harfleur Harry hath heart Heaven HENRY THE FIFTH Henry's herald History of Agincourt Holinshed honour Kate Kath Katharine King of England King of France king's kneeling knight leek liege Lord Scroop majesty March mercy Mont MONTJOY noble numbers Pist PISTOL play pray pridge princes R.H.
K. Hen ransom Richard royal Salique SCENE Scroop of Masham Shakespeare Sir Thomas Erpingham soldier Southampton sword tell thee thine Thomas Grey thou throne Trumpets sound uncle unto victory WARWICK word
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Page 62 - Ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread...
Page 19 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 12 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth : — For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings; Carry them here and there ; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass...
Page 11 - 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?
Page 19 - a should not think of God ; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone ; then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
Page 42 - 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!
Page 11 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene...
Page 61 - Must kings neglect that private men enjoy! And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony— save general ceremony?
Page 41 - 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...
Page 42 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. 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.