Henry IV., Part 1Adam and Charles Black, 1902 - 124 pages |
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Page 27
... Bard . Case ye , case ye ; on with your vizards : there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; ' tis going to the king's exchequer . Fal . You lie , ye rogue ; ' tis going to the king's tavern . Gads . There's enough to make us ...
... Bard . Case ye , case ye ; on with your vizards : there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; ' tis going to the king's exchequer . Fal . You lie , ye rogue ; ' tis going to the king's tavern . Gads . There's enough to make us ...
Page 43
... Bard . Prince . Faith , I ran when I saw others run . 310 Faith , tell me now in earnest , how came Falstaff's sword so hacked ? Peto . Why , he hacked it with his dagger , and said he would swear truth out of England but he would make ...
... Bard . Prince . Faith , I ran when I saw others run . 310 Faith , tell me now in earnest , how came Falstaff's sword so hacked ? Peto . Why , he hacked it with his dagger , and said he would swear truth out of England but he would make ...
Page 48
... Bard . O , my lord , my lord ! the sheriff with a most monstrous watch is at the door . Fal . Out , ye rogue ! Play out the play : I have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff . Re - enter the Hostess . Host . O , my lord , my lord ...
... Bard . O , my lord , my lord ! the sheriff with a most monstrous watch is at the door . Fal . Out , ye rogue ! Play out the play : I have much to say in the behalf of that Falstaff . Re - enter the Hostess . Host . O , my lord , my lord ...
Page 66
... Bard . Sir John , you are so fretful , you cannot live long . Fal . Why , there is it : come sing me . a song ; make me merry . I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough ; swore little ; diced not above seven ...
... Bard . Sir John , you are so fretful , you cannot live long . Fal . Why , there is it : come sing me . a song ; make me merry . I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough ; swore little ; diced not above seven ...
Page 67
... Bard . Why , you are so fat , Sir John , that you must needs be out of all compass , out of all reasonable compass , Sir John . Fal . Do thou amend thy face , and I'll amend my life : thou art our admiral , thou bearest the lantern in ...
... Bard . Why , you are so fat , Sir John , that you must needs be out of all compass , out of all reasonable compass , Sir John . Fal . Do thou amend thy face , and I'll amend my life : thou art our admiral , thou bearest the lantern in ...
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Anon Archbishop of York art thou Bard Bardolph BLACK'S SCHOOL TEXT blood Bolingbroke character cousin coward devil doth doublet Doug Douglas duction Earl Earl of March Eastcheap Edited Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff Farewell father fear Fran Francis Gads Gadshill Genitive give Glend Glendower grace hanged Harry Harry Percy hast thou hath head hear Henry IV History honour horse Host Hostess Illustrations Jack JOHN FINNEMORE JOHN OF LANCASTER king L. W. LYDE Lady London lord meaning Mort Mortimer never night noble Nominative absolute Northumberland Notes noun Percy Peto plague play Poins Price 6d Prince Henry Prince of Wales prithee rogue SCENE Scot Shakespeare Shrewsbury Sir John SIR WALTER BLUNT Sirrah SOHO SQUARE speak Special Introduction sweet sword syllable tell thee there's thou art thou hast verb villain Welsh Westmoreland Worcester word Zounds
Popular passages
Page 91 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No.
Page 10 - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked 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...
Page 76 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 48 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned ; if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins ; but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
Page 101 - I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh : — But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
Page 42 - 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.
Page 13 - Took it in snuff ; and still he smiled and talk'd, And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Page 46 - I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion ; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If, then, thou be son to me, here lies the point : — Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at ? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher, and eat blackberries ? a question not to be asked.
Page 53 - Why, so can I, or so can any man ; But will they come when you do call for them ? Glend.
Page 46 - ... but in passion ; not in words only, but in woes also : — and yet there is a virtuous man whom I have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name. P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like your majesty ? Fal. A goodly portly man, i...