Shakespeare's play of King Henry the fifth, arranged for representation at the Princess's theatre, with historical and explanatory notes by C. KeanJohn K. Chapman and Company, 1859 - 96 sivua |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 15
Sivu viii
... body warns me to retreat from a combined duty which I find beyond my strength , and in the exercise of which , neither zeal , nor devotion , nor conse- quent success , can continue to beguile me into a belief that the end will ...
... body warns me to retreat from a combined duty which I find beyond my strength , and in the exercise of which , neither zeal , nor devotion , nor conse- quent success , can continue to beguile me into a belief that the end will ...
Sivu 14
... bodies here in England , And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France . Cant . O , let their bodies follow , my dear liege , With blood , and sword , and fire to win your right : In aid whereof we of the spiritualty Will raise your ...
... bodies here in England , And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France . Cant . O , let their bodies follow , my dear liege , With blood , and sword , and fire to win your right : In aid whereof we of the spiritualty Will raise your ...
Sivu 21
... body now lie in rest , which , when he was alive , would have disquieted the proudest of us all ; and for his tomb , I assure you , it is not so worthy or convenient as his honor and acts have deserved . " - Vide Sandford's History of ...
... body now lie in rest , which , when he was alive , would have disquieted the proudest of us all ; and for his tomb , I assure you , it is not so worthy or convenient as his honor and acts have deserved . " - Vide Sandford's History of ...
Sivu 23
... body with a mighty heart , - What might'st thou do , that honour would thee do , Were all thy children kind and natural ! But see thy fault ! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms , which he fills1 With treacherous ...
... body with a mighty heart , - What might'st thou do , that honour would thee do , Were all thy children kind and natural ! But see thy fault ! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms , which he fills1 With treacherous ...
Sivu 29
... body , pardon , sovereign . K. Hen . ( c . ) Heaven quit you in its mercy ! Hear your sentence . You have conspir'd against our royal person , Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd , and from his coffers Receiv'd the golden earnest of our ...
... body , pardon , sovereign . K. Hen . ( c . ) Heaven quit you in its mercy ! Hear your sentence . You have conspir'd against our royal person , Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd , and from his coffers Receiv'd the golden earnest of our ...
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Alençon archers Bardolph battle of Agincourt BEDFORD behold blood brother captain Charles CHARLES KEAN CHORUS CONSTABLE CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin Crosses crown Dauphin dear death doth Duke of Burgundy Duke of Exeter Duke of Orleans Duke of York Earl of Cambridge enemy English army Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit fair father fire Fluellen FRENCH KING GLOSTER glove goot GOWER grace Harfleur Harry hath heart Heaven HENRY THE FIFTH Henry's herald History of Agincourt Holinshed honour Isabella of Bavaria Kate Kath Katharine King of England King of France king's kneeling knight leek liege Lord Scroop majesty March mercy Mont MONTJOY noble numbers Pist PISTOL play pray pridge princes R.H.
K. Hen ransom Richard royal Salique SCENE Scroop of Masham Shakespeare Sir Thomas Erpingham soldier Southampton sword tell thee thine Thomas Grey thou throne Trumpets sound uncle unto victory WARWICK word
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Sivu 60 - Ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread...
Sivu 58 - But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day, and cry all, "We died at such a place...
Sivu 51 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Sivu 51 - Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face: Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents, The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.
Sivu 10 - tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings; Carry them here and there ; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass...
Sivu 17 - 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...
Sivu 64 - 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...
Sivu 54 - There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out, For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry : Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all ; admonishing, That we should 'dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.
Sivu 9 - 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...
Sivu 60 - Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! I Richard's body have interred new ; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice...