The Life of King Henry the FifthMacmillan, 1905 - 382 pages |
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... Pistol , Nym , Bardolph , the Hostess , and the Boy do not belong to the world of Holinshed at all , but carry us back to the vivid scenes of Henry IV . The genius of the dramatist likewise cuts loose from his authority in Act II ...
... Pistol , Nym , Bardolph , the Hostess , and the Boy do not belong to the world of Holinshed at all , but carry us back to the vivid scenes of Henry IV . The genius of the dramatist likewise cuts loose from his authority in Act II ...
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... PISTOL , NYM , BARDOLPH . Boy . A Herald . CHARLES the Sixth , King of France . LEWIS , the Dauphin . DUKES OF BURGUNDY , ORLEANS , and BOURBON . The Constable of France . RAMBURES and GRANDPRÉ , French Lords . Governor of Harfleur ...
... PISTOL , NYM , BARDOLPH . Boy . A Herald . CHARLES the Sixth , King of France . LEWIS , the Dauphin . DUKES OF BURGUNDY , ORLEANS , and BOURBON . The Constable of France . RAMBURES and GRANDPRÉ , French Lords . Governor of Harfleur ...
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... Pistol and you friends yet ? Nym . For my part , I care not : I say little ; but 5 when time shall serve , there shall be smileso ; but that shall be as it may . I dare not fight ; but I will winko and hold out mine irono : it is a ...
... Pistol and you friends yet ? Nym . For my part , I care not : I say little ; but 5 when time shall serve , there shall be smileso ; but that shall be as it may . I dare not fight ; but I will winko and hold out mine irono : it is a ...
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... PISTOL and HOSTESS . Bard . Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife : good corporal , be patient here . How now , mine host Pistol ! 30 Pist . Base tike , o call'st thou me host ? Now , by this hand , I swear , I scorn the term ; Nor ...
... PISTOL and HOSTESS . Bard . Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife : good corporal , be patient here . How now , mine host Pistol ! 30 Pist . Base tike , o call'st thou me host ? Now , by this hand , I swear , I scorn the term ; Nor ...
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... Pistol's cock is up , And flashing fire will follow . Nym . I am not Barbason ; you cannot conjure me . ° I have an humour to knock you indifferently well . If you grow foul with me , Pistol , I will scour you with 40 45 50 55 my rapier ...
... Pistol's cock is up , And flashing fire will follow . Nym . I am not Barbason ; you cannot conjure me . ° I have an humour to knock you indifferently well . If you grow foul with me , Pistol , I will scour you with 40 45 50 55 my rapier ...
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Page 19 - I, to comfort him, bid him a' should not think of God ; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone ; then I felt to his knees, and...
Page 31 - ... 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.
Page xxiv - 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' the receiving earth : — For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings; Carry them here and there ; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass...
Page 30 - 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...
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 xii - 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 ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Page 82 - 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...
Page 30 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.
Page 81 - Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day...
Page 18 - 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...