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Page 149
... Pist . Save you , sir John ! Fal . Welcome , ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack : do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pist . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is pistol ...
... Pist . Save you , sir John ! Fal . Welcome , ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack : do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pist . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is pistol ...
Page 150
... Pist . I know you , mistress Dorothy . Doll . Away , you cutpurse rascal ! you filthy bung , away ! by this wine , I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps , if you play the saucy cuttle with me . Away , you bottle - ale rascal ! you ...
... Pist . I know you , mistress Dorothy . Doll . Away , you cutpurse rascal ! you filthy bung , away ! by this wine , I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps , if you play the saucy cuttle with me . Away , you bottle - ale rascal ! you ...
Page 151
... Pist . Sweet knight , I kiss thy nief : b What ! we have seen the seven stars . Doll . Thrust him down stairs ; I cannot endure such a fustian rascal . Pist . Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Galloway nags ? Fal . Quoit him down ...
... Pist . Sweet knight , I kiss thy nief : b What ! we have seen the seven stars . Doll . Thrust him down stairs ; I cannot endure such a fustian rascal . Pist . Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Galloway nags ? Fal . Quoit him down ...
Page 152
... Pist . What ! shall we have incision ? shall we im- [ Snatching up his sword . Then death rock me asleep , abridge my doleful days ! Why , then , let grievous , ghastly , gaping wounds Untwine the sisters three ! Come , Atropos , I say ...
... Pist . What ! shall we have incision ? shall we im- [ Snatching up his sword . Then death rock me asleep , abridge my doleful days ! Why , then , let grievous , ghastly , gaping wounds Untwine the sisters three ! Come , Atropos , I say ...
Page 207
... it please your worship , there's one Pistol come from the court with news . Fal . From the court ? let him come in . Enter PISTOL . How now , Pistol ? Pist . Sir John ! save you , sir . SCENE III . ] 207 KING HENRY IV . - PART II .
... it please your worship , there's one Pistol come from the court with news . Fal . From the court ? let him come in . Enter PISTOL . How now , Pistol ? Pist . Sir John ! save you , sir . SCENE III . ] 207 KING HENRY IV . - PART II .
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Page 227 - 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 22 - Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and...
Page 158 - 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 82 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 23 - Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Page 300 - 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; 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...
Page 159 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 238 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; 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...
Page 96 - 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 that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o
Page 160 - 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...