The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: King Henry iV. King Henry VH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... night - tripping fairy had exchanged In cradle - clothes our children where they lay , And call'd mine - Percy , his - Plantagenet ! Then would I have his Harry , and he mine . But let him from my thoughts . - What think you , coz , Of ...
... night - tripping fairy had exchanged In cradle - clothes our children where they lay , And call'd mine - Percy , his - Plantagenet ! Then would I have his Harry , and he mine . But let him from my thoughts . - What think you , coz , Of ...
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... night's body , be called thieves of the day's beauty ; let us be— Diana's foresters , gentlemen of the shade , minions of the moon and let men say , we be men of good government ; being governed as the sea is , by our noble and chaste ...
... night's body , be called thieves of the day's beauty ; let us be— Diana's foresters , gentlemen of the shade , minions of the moon and let men say , we be men of good government ; being governed as the sea is , by our noble and chaste ...
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... night in Rochester ; I have bespoke supper to - morrow night in Eastcheap ; we may do it as secure as sleep . If you will go , I will stuff your purses full of crowns ; if you will not , tarry at home , and be hanged . Fal . Hear me ...
... night in Rochester ; I have bespoke supper to - morrow night in Eastcheap ; we may do it as secure as sleep . If you will go , I will stuff your purses full of crowns ; if you will not , tarry at home , and be hanged . Fal . Hear me ...
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... night in Eastcheap ; there I'll sup . Farewell . Poins . Farewell , my lord . [ Exit Poins . P. Hen . I know you all , and will awhile uphold The unyoked humor of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the ...
... night in Eastcheap ; there I'll sup . Farewell . Poins . Farewell , my lord . [ Exit Poins . P. Hen . I know you all , and will awhile uphold The unyoked humor of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the ...
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... night , To answer all the debt he owes to you , Even with the bloody payment of your deaths . Therefore I say , - Wor . Peace , cousin ; say no more : And now I will unclasp a secret book , And to your quick - conceiving discontents I ...
... night , To answer all the debt he owes to you , Even with the bloody payment of your deaths . Therefore I say , - Wor . Peace , cousin ; say no more : And now I will unclasp a secret book , And to your quick - conceiving discontents I ...
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Page 202 - 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 deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Page 22 - To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds — God save the mark! — And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise...
Page 378 - 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 19 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world...
Page 301 - 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; 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,...
Page 201 - HENRY'S SOLILOQUY ON SLEEP. [From King Henry IV.} How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — 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 ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd...
Page 128 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Page 331 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon. Let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Page 331 - 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 ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Page 379 - 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 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 neighbours, And say, "To-morrow is Saint Crispian." Then will he strip his sleeve...