The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: King Henry ViH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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Alarum Alen ALENÇON arms bear Beaufort blood brave brother Buck Buckingham Burgundy Cade canst cardinal Charles Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death Dick dost doth Duch duke Humphrey duke of Burgundy duke of Gloster duke of York earl Edward enemies England Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit farewell father fear fight foes France French friends give Glos Gloster grace hand hath head heart heaven Henry's honor house of Lancaster house of York Iden Jack Cade John lady live lord protector madam majesty master Mortimer ne'er never noble Orleans peace Plantagenet prince prisoner Pucelle QUEEN MARGARET realm Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame Simp soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stay Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt Winchester words
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Page 326 - O 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...
Page 411 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 242 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Page 350 - I smile, And cry, Content, to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 211 - What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted? * Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; * And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, * Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Page 20 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Page 219 - I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him. He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them. Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright, Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul. Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.