The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1-2. Henry VC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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Pagina 15
... French phrase , me complaindre ; and is not peculiar to Shakspeare . 6 Her house in Essex . 7 In our ancient castles the naked stone walls were only co- vered with tapestry or arras , hung upon tenterhooks , from which it was easily ...
... French phrase , me complaindre ; and is not peculiar to Shakspeare . 6 Her house in Essex . 7 In our ancient castles the naked stone walls were only co- vered with tapestry or arras , hung upon tenterhooks , from which it was easily ...
Pagina 38
... French , And not against his friends : his noble hand Did win what he did spend , and spent not that Which his triumphant father's hand had won : His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood , foot soldier , according to Stanhihurst ...
... French , And not against his friends : his noble hand Did win what he did spend , and spent not that Which his triumphant father's hand had won : His hands were guilty of no kindred's blood , foot soldier , according to Stanhihurst ...
Pagina 45
... every one has sometimes felt , is here very forcibly described . 3 Fanciful conception . 4 Retir'd , i . e . drawn it back ; a French sense . And driven into despair an enemy's hope , Who strongly SC . II . 45 KING RICHARD II .
... every one has sometimes felt , is here very forcibly described . 3 Fanciful conception . 4 Retir'd , i . e . drawn it back ; a French sense . And driven into despair an enemy's hope , Who strongly SC . II . 45 KING RICHARD II .
Pagina 53
... French ; O , then , how quickly should this arm of mine , Now prisoner to the palsy , chástise thee , And minister ... French forces . The duke of Bretagne furnished Bolingbroke with three thousand French soldiers . ' Boling . My ...
... French ; O , then , how quickly should this arm of mine , Now prisoner to the palsy , chástise thee , And minister ... French forces . The duke of Bretagne furnished Bolingbroke with three thousand French soldiers . ' Boling . My ...
Pagina 106
... French we do not understand . 9 This line is not in the folio . 10 The French moy being made to rhime with destroy , would seem to imply that the poet was not well acquainted with the true pronunciation of that language , perhaps it was ...
... French we do not understand . 9 This line is not in the folio . 10 The French moy being made to rhime with destroy , would seem to imply that the poet was not well acquainted with the true pronunciation of that language , perhaps it was ...
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arms Aumerle Bard Bardolph battle of Agincourt blood Boling Bolingbroke brother called Cotgrave cousin crown death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio France French friends Gaunt give Glendower grace grief hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host Hotspur John of Gaunt King Henry King Henry IV King Richard King Richard II king's Lady liege live look lord majesty master merry Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies passage peace Percy Pist Pistol play Poins pray prince prince of Wales quarto Queen Rich sack SCENE Scroop Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak Steevens sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue unto Westmoreland word York
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Pagina 309 - 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...
Pagina 34 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Pagina 28 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Pagina 34 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Pagina 229 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pagina 276 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Pagina 306 - 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...
Pagina 229 - 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
Pagina 482 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : 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...
Pagina 259 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.