The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumul 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pagina 3
... Northumberland . HENRY PERCY , surnamed HOTSPUR , his Son . EDMUND MORTIMER , Earl of March . SCROOP , Archbishop of York . ARCHIBALD , Earl of Douglas . OWEN GLENDOWER . SIR RICHARD VERNON . SIR JOHN FALSTAFF . POINS . GADSHILL . PETO ...
... Northumberland . HENRY PERCY , surnamed HOTSPUR , his Son . EDMUND MORTIMER , Earl of March . SCROOP , Archbishop of York . ARCHIBALD , Earl of Douglas . OWEN GLENDOWER . SIR RICHARD VERNON . SIR JOHN FALSTAFF . POINS . GADSHILL . PETO ...
Pagina 8
... Northumberland Should be the father of so blest a son : A son , who is the theme of honour's tongue ; Amongst a grove , the very straightest plant ; Who is sweet fortune's minion , and her pride : Whilst I , by looking on the praise of ...
... Northumberland Should be the father of so blest a son : A son , who is the theme of honour's tongue ; Amongst a grove , the very straightest plant ; Who is sweet fortune's minion , and her pride : Whilst I , by looking on the praise of ...
Pagina 16
... NORTHUMBERLAND , WORCES- TER , HOTSPUR , Sir WALTER BLUNT , and Others . K. Hen . My blood hath been too cold and temperate , Unapt to stir at these indignities , And you have found me ; for , accordingly , You tread upon my patience ...
... NORTHUMBERLAND , WORCES- TER , HOTSPUR , Sir WALTER BLUNT , and Others . K. Hen . My blood hath been too cold and temperate , Unapt to stir at these indignities , And you have found me ; for , accordingly , You tread upon my patience ...
Pagina 20
... Northumberland , We license your departure with your son : - Send us your prisoners , or you'll hear of it . [ Exeunt King HENRY , BLUNT , and Train . Hot . And if the devil come and roar for them , I will not send them : -I will after ...
... Northumberland , We license your departure with your son : - Send us your prisoners , or you'll hear of it . [ Exeunt King HENRY , BLUNT , and Train . Hot . And if the devil come and roar for them , I will not send them : -I will after ...
Pagina 25
... NORTHUMBERLAND . Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd , - Shall secretly into the bosom creep Of that same noble prelate , well belov'd , The archbishop . Hot . Of York , is't not ? Wor . True ; who bears hard His brother's death at ...
... NORTHUMBERLAND . Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd , - Shall secretly into the bosom creep Of that same noble prelate , well belov'd , The archbishop . Hot . Of York , is't not ? Wor . True ; who bears hard His brother's death at ...
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Archbishop of York arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Blunt brother captain Colevile Constable of France cousin crown Davy dead devil dost doth Douglas duke duke of Burgundy earl Eastcheap England English Enter King HENRY Exeunt Exit Falstaff father fear Fluellen France French friends give Glend Glendower GLOSTER grace Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Hostess HOTSPUR i'faith Jack Kate Kath knave Lady liege look lord majesty master Shallow Mortimer Mowb never night noble Northumberland numbers peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray Prince JOHN prince of Wales rascal Re-enter rogue sack SCENE Scroop Shal sir John sir John Falstaff soldier speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue unto villain Westmoreland wilt
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Pagina 169 - 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...
Pagina 169 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, 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...
Pagina 83 - 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.
Pagina 279 - 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, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
Pagina 108 - 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 : — this earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Pagina 98 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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 in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Pagina 169 - ning 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?
Pagina 279 - 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.
Pagina 241 - 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 ? O, pardon!
Pagina 341 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, — Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.