The Works of William Shakespeare: King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV. Pts. I-II. King Henry VChapman and Hall, 1875 - 1124 pages |
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... host , And make a riot on the gentle brow Of true sincerity ? O holy sir , My reverend father , let it not be so ! Out of your grace , devise , ordain , impose Some gentle order ; and ( 68 ) then we shall be blest To do your pleasure ...
... host , And make a riot on the gentle brow Of true sincerity ? O holy sir , My reverend father , let it not be so ! Out of your grace , devise , ordain , impose Some gentle order ; and ( 68 ) then we shall be blest To do your pleasure ...
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... host , the Dauphin and his powers : Your nobles will not hear you , but are gone To offer service to your enemy ; And wild amazement hurries up and down The little number of your doubtful friends . K. John . Would not my lords return to ...
... host , the Dauphin and his powers : Your nobles will not hear you , but are gone To offer service to your enemy ; And wild amazement hurries up and down The little number of your doubtful friends . K. John . Would not my lords return to ...
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... Host . O Jesu , my lord the prince , - P. Hen . How now , my lady the hostess ! what sayest thou to me ? Host . Marry , my lord , there is a nobleman of the court . at door would speak with you : he says he comes from your father . P ...
... Host . O Jesu , my lord the prince , - P. Hen . How now , my lady the hostess ! what sayest thou to me ? Host . Marry , my lord , there is a nobleman of the court . at door would speak with you : he says he comes from your father . P ...
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... Host . O Jesu , this is excellent sport , i ' faith . Fal . Weep not , sweet queen ; for trickling tears are vain . Host . O , the father , how he holds his countenance ! Fal . For God's sake , lords , convey my tristful queen ; For ...
... Host . O Jesu , this is excellent sport , i ' faith . Fal . Weep not , sweet queen ; for trickling tears are vain . Host . O , the father , how he holds his countenance ! Fal . For God's sake , lords , convey my tristful queen ; For ...
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... Host . O Jesu , my lord , my lord , — P. Hen . ( 56 ) Heigh , heigh ! the devil rides upon a fiddle- stick what's the matter ? : Host . The sheriff and all the watch are at the door : they are come to search the house . Shall I let them ...
... Host . O Jesu , my lord , my lord , — P. Hen . ( 56 ) Heigh , heigh ! the devil rides upon a fiddle- stick what's the matter ? : Host . The sheriff and all the watch are at the door : they are come to search the house . Shall I let them ...
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Page 481 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Page 277 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 450 - 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 50 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 120 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Page 496 - 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 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.
Page 450 - 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 421 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder. 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...
Page 352 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Page 421 - 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 ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.