Henry V: With the Famous Temple NotesGrosset & Dunlap, 1909 - 187 pages |
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Page xi
... field , ” — when his Chorus makes the mock avowal : - " O for pity ; we shall much disgrace With four or five most vile and ragged foils , Right ill - disposed in brawl ridiculous , The name of Agincourt . " 2 : - The theme , as well as ...
... field , ” — when his Chorus makes the mock avowal : - " O for pity ; we shall much disgrace With four or five most vile and ragged foils , Right ill - disposed in brawl ridiculous , The name of Agincourt . " 2 : - The theme , as well as ...
Page xvi
... field would be theirs , spent the following night in revelry and debate , and in fix- ing the ransom of King Henry and his nobles . The night being cold , dark , and rainy , numerous fires were kindled in both camps ; and the English ...
... field would be theirs , spent the following night in revelry and debate , and in fix- ing the ransom of King Henry and his nobles . The night being cold , dark , and rainy , numerous fires were kindled in both camps ; and the English ...
Page xxxiii
... field , " for " they kept together in their chivalry , " and their last words sound as a glorious hymn of exultation . The subject is altogether one of lyric grandeur ; but it is not one , we think , which Shakspere would have chosen ...
... field , " for " they kept together in their chivalry , " and their last words sound as a glorious hymn of exultation . The subject is altogether one of lyric grandeur ; but it is not one , we think , which Shakspere would have chosen ...
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... fields of France ? or may we cram 10 7. “ famine , sword and fire " ; this trio is probably suggested by a speech of Henry's , as reported by Holinshed , in which he replies to suppliant citizens , during his siege of Rouen ( 1419 ) ...
... fields of France ? or may we cram 10 7. “ famine , sword and fire " ; this trio is probably suggested by a speech of Henry's , as reported by Holinshed , in which he replies to suppliant citizens , during his siege of Rouen ( 1419 ) ...
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... fields of France . Cant . O , let their bodies follow , my dear liege , 130 125. " Your grace hath cause and means . " Hanmer reads " Your race hath had cause , means . " Various readings have been suggested , but there seems to be no ...
... fields of France . Cant . O , let their bodies follow , my dear liege , 130 125. " Your grace hath cause and means . " Hanmer reads " Your race hath had cause , means . " Various readings have been suggested , but there seems to be no ...
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Page xxxii - 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 118 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say To-morrow is Saint Crispian :' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Page 95 - From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Page 63 - 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.
Page 6 - 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 105 - God : war is his beadle, war is his vengeance ; so that here men are punished, for before-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's quarrel : where they feared the death they have borne life away ; ( and where they would be safe they perish : Then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's : but every subject's soul is his own.
Page 119 - And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Page 62 - 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 110 - Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! I Richard's body have interred new ; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice a day their...
Page 49 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...