King Richard II. King Henry IV, part 1. King Henry IV, part 2. Henry VCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... thou slain in him : thou dost consent In some large measure to thy father's death , In that thou seest thy wretched brother die , Who was the model of thy father's life . Call it not patience , Gaunt , it is despair : In suffering thus ...
... thou slain in him : thou dost consent In some large measure to thy father's death , In that thou seest thy wretched brother die , Who was the model of thy father's life . Call it not patience , Gaunt , it is despair : In suffering thus ...
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... thou art , And why thou com'st , thus knightly clad in arms : Against what man thou com'st , and what thy quarrel : Speak truly , on thy knighthood , and thy oath ; As so defend thee heaven , and thy valour ! Nor . My name is Thomas ...
... thou art , And why thou com'st , thus knightly clad in arms : Against what man thou com'st , and what thy quarrel : Speak truly , on thy knighthood , and thy oath ; As so defend thee heaven , and thy valour ! Nor . My name is Thomas ...
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... thou fly the realm ; Since thou hast far to go , bear not along The clogging burden of a guilty soul . Nor . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My name be blotted from the book of life , And I from heaven banish'd , as from ...
... thou fly the realm ; Since thou hast far to go , bear not along The clogging burden of a guilty soul . Nor . No , Bolingbroke ; if ever I were traitor , My name be blotted from the book of life , And I from heaven banish'd , as from ...
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... thou hast many years to live . Gaunt . But not a minute , king , that thou canst give : Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow Thou canst help time to furrow me with age , But ...
... thou hast many years to live . Gaunt . But not a minute , king , that thou canst give : Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow Thou canst help time to furrow me with age , But ...
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... thou hoard thy words , That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart . you , Gaunt . Thy grief is but ...
... thou hoard thy words , That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends ? Boling . I have too few to take my leave of When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart . you , Gaunt . Thy grief is but ...
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arms Aumerle Bard Bardolph battle of Agincourt blood Boling Bolingbroke brother called Cotgrave cousin crown death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio France French friends Gaunt give Glendower grace grief hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host Hotspur John of Gaunt King Henry King Henry IV King Richard King Richard II king's Lady liege live look lord majesty master merry Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies passage peace Percy Pist Pistol play Poins pray prince prince of Wales quarto Queen Rich sack SCENE Scroop Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak Steevens sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue unto Westmoreland word York
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Page 134 - 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, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 34 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Page 313 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 310 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 34 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Page 233 - 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 488 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : 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...
Page 396 - 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 174 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Page 440 - 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.