Shakespeare's plays for schools, abridged and annotated by C.M. Yonge. (Standards vi and vii). [5 pt. Henry iv. pts. 1 and 2; Henry v; Richard ii and Julius Caesar]. |
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... thee do , Were all thy children kind and natural ! * But see thy fault ! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms , which he fills With treacherous crowns ; and three corrupted men , — 1 Dalliance , pastime , wasting of ...
... thee do , Were all thy children kind and natural ! * But see thy fault ! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms , which he fills With treacherous crowns ; and three corrupted men , — 1 Dalliance , pastime , wasting of ...
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... thee , Iceland dog ! thou prick - eared cur of Iceland . Quick . Good corporal Nym , show thy valour , and put up thy sword . 2 3 Nym . Will you shog off ? I would have you solus . [ Sheathing his sword . Pist . Solus , egregious dog ...
... thee , Iceland dog ! thou prick - eared cur of Iceland . Quick . Good corporal Nym , show thy valour , and put up thy sword . 2 3 Nym . Will you shog off ? I would have you solus . [ Sheathing his sword . Pist . Solus , egregious dog ...
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... thee again . Enter the Boy . " Boy . Mine host Pistol , you must come to my master , - and you , hostess ; -he is very sick , and would to bed.- Good Bardolph , put thy face between his sheets , and do the office of a warming - pan ...
... thee again . Enter the Boy . " Boy . Mine host Pistol , you must come to my master , - and you , hostess ; -he is very sick , and would to bed.- Good Bardolph , put thy face between his sheets , and do the office of a warming - pan ...
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... thee , And friendship shall combine , and brotherhood : I'll live by Nym , and Nym shall live by me ; - Is not this just ? -for I shall sutler 2 be Unto the camp , and profits will accrue . Give me thy hand . Nym . I shall have my noble ...
... thee , And friendship shall combine , and brotherhood : I'll live by Nym , and Nym shall live by me ; - Is not this just ? -for I shall sutler 2 be Unto the camp , and profits will accrue . Give me thy hand . Nym . I shall have my noble ...
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... thee , lord Scroop ; thou cruel , Ingrateful , savage , and inhuman creature ! Thou , that didst bear the key of all my counsels , 1 Lose so much complexion , turn so pale . 2 White as paper . What has terrified your blood so that it ...
... thee , lord Scroop ; thou cruel , Ingrateful , savage , and inhuman creature ! Thou , that didst bear the key of all my counsels , 1 Lose so much complexion , turn so pale . 2 White as paper . What has terrified your blood so that it ...
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Page 44 - 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. 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 80 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host. That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Page 64 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Page 80 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 66 - There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out, For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry : Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all ; admonishing, That we should 'dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.
Page 16 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion : To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Page 16 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Page 97 - 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!
Page 43 - 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, Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage.
Page 80 - 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.