Shakespeare's History of King Henry the FifthHarper & brothers, 1897 - 191 pages |
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... Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour - glass : for the which supply , Admit me Chorus to this history ; Who prologue - like your humble patience pray , Gently to hear , kindly to judge , our play . IC 20 30 [ Exit . 1 ...
... Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour - glass : for the which supply , Admit me Chorus to this history ; Who prologue - like your humble patience pray , Gently to hear , kindly to judge , our play . IC 20 30 [ Exit . 1 ...
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... Turn him to any cause of policy , The Gordian knot of it he will unloose , Familiar as his garter : that , when he speaks , The air , a charter'd libertine , is still , And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears , To steal his sweet and ...
... Turn him to any cause of policy , The Gordian knot of it he will unloose , Familiar as his garter : that , when he speaks , The air , a charter'd libertine , is still , And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears , To steal his sweet and ...
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... turn'd his balls to gun - stones ; and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance That shall fly with them : for many a thousand widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands , Mock mothers from their sons ...
... turn'd his balls to gun - stones ; and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance That shall fly with them : for many a thousand widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands , Mock mothers from their sons ...
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... turn into your bosoms , As dogs upon their masters , worrying you . See you , my princes and my noble peers , These English monsters ! My lord of Cambridge here , - You know how apt our love was to accord To furnish him with all ...
... turn into your bosoms , As dogs upon their masters , worrying you . See you , my princes and my noble peers , These English monsters ! My lord of Cambridge here , - You know how apt our love was to accord To furnish him with all ...
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... turning o ' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers ' ends , I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen , and a ' babbled of green fields . ' How now ...
... turning o ' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers ' ends , I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen , and a ' babbled of green fields . ' How now ...
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Agincourt Alice aunchient Bardolph battle BISHOP OF ELY blood brother Burgundy Cambridge Canterbury Captain Chorus Coll constable of France crown Cymb daie Dauphin doth duke of Burgognie Duke of Exeter DUKES OF BERRI Earl of Cambridge earle emendation English Englishmen enimies Enter KING HENRY Erpingham Exeunt Exit eyes fair Fluellen folio folio reading French King French Soldier gentle give Gloucester glove goot Gower grace hand Harfleur hath heart herald Holinshed honour Hostess Hugh Capet John Johnson Kate Katherine King Henry king of England ladie leek liege look Macb Macmorris majesty Malone means mercy Montjoy never night noble Orleans passage Pistol play princes prol quarto Rambures ransom Rich Saint Salique SCENE Schmidt soul speak Steevens quotes sword tell Temp thee thine Thomas Creede thou thought treason unto valiant victorie wear Westmoreland Williams word
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Page 50 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom* child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 155 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Page 24 - 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 59 - 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...
Page 60 - ... 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 !
Page 34 - 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, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Page 94 - 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 33 - 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...
Page 95 - 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.
Page 95 - 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 today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother...