Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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... doth my son , and brother ? Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy ... doth sin , that doth belie the dead SC . I. ] KING HENRY IV .
... doth my son , and brother ? Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy ... doth sin , that doth belie the dead SC . I. ] KING HENRY IV .
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William Shakespeare Oliver William Bourn Peabody, Samuel Weller Singer. And he doth sin , that doth belie the dead ; Not he , which says the dead is not alive . Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his ...
William Shakespeare Oliver William Bourn Peabody, Samuel Weller Singer. And he doth sin , that doth belie the dead ; Not he , which says the dead is not alive . Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his ...
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... doth enlarge his rising with the blood Of fair king Richard , scraped from Pomfret stones ; Derives from Heaven his quarrel , and his cause ; Tells them , he doth bestride a bleeding land , Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; And ...
... doth enlarge his rising with the blood Of fair king Richard , scraped from Pomfret stones ; Derives from Heaven his quarrel , and his cause ; Tells them , he doth bestride a bleeding land , Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke ; And ...
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... Doth not the king Jack subjects ? do not the rebels need soldiers ? Though it be a shame to be on any side but one , it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side , were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make ...
... Doth not the king Jack subjects ? do not the rebels need soldiers ? Though it be a shame to be on any side but one , it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side , were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make ...
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... doth , if his weapon be out he will foin like any devil ; he will spare nei- ther man , woman , nor child . Fang . If I can close with him , I care not for his thrust . Host . No , nor I neither ; I'll be at your elbow . Fang . An I but ...
... doth , if his weapon be out he will foin like any devil ; he will spare nei- ther man , woman , nor child . Fang . If I can close with him , I care not for his thrust . Host . No , nor I neither ; I'll be at your elbow . Fang . An I but ...
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Page 152 - 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 190 - 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 to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint Crispin's day.
Page 472 - 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, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 153 - 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 ; 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 54 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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 intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 117 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to "act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Page 189 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, 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...
Page 190 - 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 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 93 - Laud be to God ! — even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem ; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land. — But bear me to that chamber ; there I'll lie ; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
Page 262 - And here I prophesy, — This brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.