Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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... keeps the gate here , ho ? -Where is the earl ? Port . What shall I say you are ? Bard . Tell thou the earl , That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here . Port . His lordship is walked forth into the orchard . 1 Northumberland's castle ...
... keeps the gate here , ho ? -Where is the earl ? Port . What shall I say you are ? Bard . Tell thou the earl , That the lord Bardolph doth attend him here . Port . His lordship is walked forth into the orchard . 1 Northumberland's castle ...
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... Keep the wild flood confined ! let order die ! And let this world no longer be a stage , To feed contention in a lingering act ; But let one spirit of the first - born Cain Reign in all bosoms , that , each heart being set On bloody ...
... Keep the wild flood confined ! let order die ! And let this world no longer be a stage , To feed contention in a lingering act ; But let one spirit of the first - born Cain Reign in all bosoms , that , each heart being set On bloody ...
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... keep it still as a face - royal , 1 for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it ; and yet he will be crowing , as if he had writ man ever since his father was a bachelor . He may keep his own grace , but he is almost out of mine ...
... keep it still as a face - royal , 1 for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it ; and yet he will be crowing , as if he had writ man ever since his father was a bachelor . He may keep his own grace , but he is almost out of mine ...
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... keep in expectation by false promises . 2 i . e . in their debt , by taking up goods on credit . 3 This judge was sir Wm . Gascoigne , chief justice of the King's Bench . He died Dec. 17 , 1413 . thing good . - Go , pluck him by the SC ...
... keep in expectation by false promises . 2 i . e . in their debt , by taking up goods on credit . 3 This judge was sir Wm . Gascoigne , chief justice of the King's Bench . He died Dec. 17 , 1413 . thing good . - Go , pluck him by the SC ...
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... keep it so ; wake not a sleeping wolf . Fal . To wake a wolf , is as bad as to smell a fox . Ch . Just . What ! you are as a candle , the better part burnt out . Fal . A wassel candle , ' my lord ; all tallow ; if I did say of wax , my ...
... keep it so ; wake not a sleeping wolf . Fal . To wake a wolf , is as bad as to smell a fox . Ch . Just . What ! you are as a candle , the better part burnt out . Fal . A wassel candle , ' my lord ; all tallow ; if I did say of wax , my ...
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Alarum arms Bard Bardolph blood brother Cade captain Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward enemy England English Enter KING HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit Falstaff father fear fight folio follow France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed honor house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade King Henry VI lady Lancaster liege live look lord majesty Margaret master never night noble Northumberland old play peace Pist Pistol Poins pray prince PUCELLE quarto queen Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Shal sir John soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast traitor unto valiant Warwick Westmoreland wilt words
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152 psl. - 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...
190 psl. - 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 day.
472 psl. - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
153 psl. - 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!
54 psl. - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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 intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
117 psl. - 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.
189 psl. - 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. This day is...
190 psl. - This day is call'd — the feast of Crispian ; He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, 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 friends, 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.
93 psl. - Laud be to God ! — even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem ; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land. — But bear me to that chamber ; there I'll lie ; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
262 psl. - And here I prophesy, — This brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.