The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volume 7Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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... John Paunch ? Fal . Indeed , I am not John of Gaunt , your grandfather ; but yet no coward , Hal . P. Hen . Well , we leave that to the proof . Poins . Sirrah Jack , thy horse stands behind the hedge ; when thou needest him , there thou ...
... John Paunch ? Fal . Indeed , I am not John of Gaunt , your grandfather ; but yet no coward , Hal . P. Hen . Well , we leave that to the proof . Poins . Sirrah Jack , thy horse stands behind the hedge ; when thou needest him , there thou ...
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... John , with half a dozen more , are at the door . Shall I let them in ? P. Hen . Let them alone awhile , and then open the door . [ Exit Vintner . ] Poins ! SHAK . VII . Re - enter POINS . Poins . Anon , anon SCENE IV . KING HENRY IV ...
... John , with half a dozen more , are at the door . Shall I let them in ? P. Hen . Let them alone awhile , and then open the door . [ Exit Vintner . ] Poins ! SHAK . VII . Re - enter POINS . Poins . Anon , anon SCENE IV . KING HENRY IV ...
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... John Bracy from your father ; you must to the court in the morning . That same mad fellow of the north , Percy ; and he of Wales , that gave Amaimon 2 the bastinado , and made Lucifer cuckold , and swore the devil his true liegeman upon ...
... John Bracy from your father ; you must to the court in the morning . That same mad fellow of the north , Percy ; and he of Wales , that gave Amaimon 2 the bastinado , and made Lucifer cuckold , and swore the devil his true liegeman upon ...
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... John of Lancaster ; For this advertisement is five days old . On Wednesday next , Harry , you shall set forward ; On Thursday , we ourselves will march ; Our meeting is Bridgnorth : and , Harry , you Shall march through Glostershire ...
... John of Lancaster ; For this advertisement is five days old . On Wednesday next , Harry , you shall set forward ; On Thursday , we ourselves will march ; Our meeting is Bridgnorth : and , Harry , you Shall march through Glostershire ...
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... John , that you must needs be out of all compass ; out of all reason- able compass , sir John . Fal . Do thou amend thy face , and I'll amend my life . Thou art our admiral ; thou bearest the lantern in the poop , -but ' tis in the nose ...
... John , that you must needs be out of all compass ; out of all reason- able compass , sir John . Fal . Do thou amend thy face , and I'll amend my life . Thou art our admiral ; thou bearest the lantern in the poop , -but ' tis in the nose ...
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Page 202 - With deafening clamour 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...
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 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...
Page 287 - On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth So great an object : Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt...
Page 55 - Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand.? come, tell us your reason; what sayest thou to this? Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason, Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion!
Page 321 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom* child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 287 - 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 379 - 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 28 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities: But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
Page 201 - 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...