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Sivu 49
Sweet knight , I kiss thy neif : ' What ! we have seen the seven stars . 5 Cannibals
, ] By a blunder for Hannibal . feed , and be fat , my fair Calipolis :) This is a
burlesque on a line in an old play called The Battle of Alcazar , & c . printed in
1594 ...
Sweet knight , I kiss thy neif : ' What ! we have seen the seven stars . 5 Cannibals
, ] By a blunder for Hannibal . feed , and be fat , my fair Calipolis :) This is a
burlesque on a line in an old play called The Battle of Alcazar , & c . printed in
1594 ...
Sivu 97
Not so much noise , my lords : -sweet prince , speak low ; The king your father is
dispos'd to sleep . Cla . Let us withdraw into the other room . War . Will't please
your grace to go along with us ? P. Hen . No ; I will sit and watch here by the king
.
Not so much noise , my lords : -sweet prince , speak low ; The king your father is
dispos'd to sleep . Cla . Let us withdraw into the other room . War . Will't please
your grace to go along with us ? P. Hen . No ; I will sit and watch here by the king
.
Sivu 114
Sweet sir , sit ; [ Seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table . ] I'll be with
you anon :most sweet sir , sit . - Master page , good master page , sit : proface ! 4
What you want in meat , we'll have in drink . But you must bear ; The heart's all .
Sweet sir , sit ; [ Seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table . ] I'll be with
you anon :most sweet sir , sit . - Master page , good master page , sit : proface ! 4
What you want in meat , we'll have in drink . But you must bear ; The heart's all .
Sivu 382
Glo , o Nell , sweet Nell , if thou dost love thy lord , ? Banish the canker of
ambitious thoughts And may that thought , when I imagine ill Against my king and
nephew , virtuous Henry , Be my last breathing in this mortal world ! My troublous
...
Glo , o Nell , sweet Nell , if thou dost love thy lord , ? Banish the canker of
ambitious thoughts And may that thought , when I imagine ill Against my king and
nephew , virtuous Henry , Be my last breathing in this mortal world ! My troublous
...
Sivu 444
To France , sweet Suffolk : Let me hear from thee ; For wheresoe'er thou art in this
world's globe , I'll have an Iris ' that shall find thee out . Suf . I go . Q. Mar. And take
my heart with thee . Suf . A jewel , lock'd into the woeful'st cask That ever did ...
To France , sweet Suffolk : Let me hear from thee ; For wheresoe'er thou art in this
world's globe , I'll have an Iris ' that shall find thee out . Suf . I go . Q. Mar. And take
my heart with thee . Suf . A jewel , lock'd into the woeful'st cask That ever did ...
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answer appears arms Bard Bardolph bear better blood body bring brother Cade captain comes crown dead death doth duke earl enemy England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair Falstaff father fear field fight follow force France French friends give Gloster grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour I'll John Johnson keep King Henry leave live look lord majesty master means mind never night noble once peace Pist play poor pray present prince queen reason SCENE Shal sir John soldiers Somerset soul speak spirit stand stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thing thou thou art thought thousand true turn unto Warwick York young
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Sivu 137 - 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.
Sivu 57 - 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...
Sivu 457 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Sivu 60 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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 intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Sivu 177 - 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.
Sivu 177 - 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.
Sivu 149 - 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 : Who, busied in his majesty, surveys...
Sivu 15 - 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.
Sivu 219 - I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart. His passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.