The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...H. Frowde, 1911 |
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... WESTMORELAND . Sons to the King . SIR WALTER BLUNT . THOMAS PERCY , Earl of Worcester . HENRY PERCY , Earl of Northumberland . HENRY PERCY , surnamed Hotspur , his son . EDMUND MORTIMER , Earl of March . RICHARD SCROOP , Archbishop of ...
... WESTMORELAND . Sons to the King . SIR WALTER BLUNT . THOMAS PERCY , Earl of Worcester . HENRY PERCY , Earl of Northumberland . HENRY PERCY , surnamed Hotspur , his son . EDMUND MORTIMER , Earl of March . RICHARD SCROOP , Archbishop of ...
Page 195
... WESTMORELAND , and Others . KING HENRY . So shaken as we are , so wan with care , Find we a time for frighted peace to pant , And breathe short - winded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote . No more the thirsty ...
... WESTMORELAND , and Others . KING HENRY . So shaken as we are , so wan with care , Find we a time for frighted peace to pant , And breathe short - winded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote . No more the thirsty ...
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... Westmoreland , What yesternight our council did decree In forwarding this dear expedience . 28 32 WESTMORELAND . My liege , this haste was hot in question , And many limits of the charge set down But yesternight ; when all athwart there ...
... Westmoreland , What yesternight our council did decree In forwarding this dear expedience . 28 32 WESTMORELAND . My liege , this haste was hot in question , And many limits of the charge set down But yesternight ; when all athwart there ...
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... WESTMORELAND . In faith , 72 76 KING HENRY . Yea , there thou mak'st me sad and It is a conquest for a prince to boast of . mak'st me sin In envy that my Lord Northumberland Should be the father to so blest a son , A son who is the ...
... WESTMORELAND . In faith , 72 76 KING HENRY . Yea , there thou mak'st me sad and It is a conquest for a prince to boast of . mak'st me sin In envy that my Lord Northumberland Should be the father to so blest a son , A son who is the ...
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... WESTMORELAND . I will , my liege . IC4 [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Same . An Apartment of the PRINCE'S . Enter the PRINCE and FALSTAFF . FALSTAFF . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? PRINCE . Thou art so fat - witted , with ...
... WESTMORELAND . I will , my liege . IC4 [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Same . An Apartment of the PRINCE'S . Enter the PRINCE and FALSTAFF . FALSTAFF . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? PRINCE . Thou art so fat - witted , with ...
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ARCHBISHOP Archbishop of York arms art thou Arthur AUMERLE BASTARD blood BOLINGBROKE breath brother CHIEF JUSTICE Colevile CONSTANCE cousin crown dead death DOLL doth Douglas DUCHESS Duke Duke of Hereford Earl ELINOR England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith FALSTAFF farewell father Faulconbridge fear France friends GADSHILL GAUNT give GLENDOWER grace grief hand Harry hath head hear heart heaven HENRY PERCY hither honour horse HOTSPUR HUBERT James Gurney John of Lancaster KING HENRY KING JOHN KING RICHARD land liege live look LORD BARDOLPH majesty Mortimer MOWBRAY never night noble NORTHUMBERLAND PANDULPH peace PHILIP PISTOL play POINS PRINCE Prince of Wales QUEEN QUICKLY Re-enter SALISBURY SCENE Shakespeare shame Sir John Sir John Falstaff sorrow soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle unto WARWICK WESTMORELAND wilt WORCESTER word YORK Zounds
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Page 333 - O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Page 333 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 89 - This England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, if England to itself do rest but true.
Page 270 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my catechism.
Page 179 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
Page 335 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, 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 intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 270 - tis no matter; 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. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o