The Works of William Shakespeare: King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV ; Henry V |
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Sivu 212
0 ! how it yern ' d my heart , when I beheld In London streets that coronation day ,
When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary ! That horse that thou so often hast
bestrid , That horse that I so carefully have dress ' d ! K . Rich . Rode he on
Barbary ...
0 ! how it yern ' d my heart , when I beheld In London streets that coronation day ,
When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary ! That horse that thou so often hast
bestrid , That horse that I so carefully have dress ' d ! K . Rich . Rode he on
Barbary ...
Sivu 302
I would , it had been of horse . Where shall I find one that can steal well ? O ! for a
fine thief , of the age of two - and - twenty , or thereabouts ! I am heinously
unprovided . Well , God be thanked for these rebels ; they offend none but the
virtuous ...
I would , it had been of horse . Where shall I find one that can steal well ? O ! for a
fine thief , of the age of two - and - twenty , or thereabouts ! I am heinously
unprovided . Well , God be thanked for these rebels ; they offend none but the
virtuous ...
Sivu 307
Come , let me taste my horse ' , Who is to bear me , like a thunderbolt , Against
the bosom of the prince of Wales : Harry to Harry shall , hot horse to horse ” ,
Meet , and ne ' er part , till one drop down a corse . — 0 , that Glendower were
come !
Come , let me taste my horse ' , Who is to bear me , like a thunderbolt , Against
the bosom of the prince of Wales : Harry to Harry shall , hot horse to horse ” ,
Meet , and ne ' er part , till one drop down a corse . — 0 , that Glendower were
come !
Sivu 519
Would it were day ! Orl . You have an excellent armour ; but let my horse have his
due . Con . It is the best horse of Europe . Orl . Will it never be morning ? Dau . My
lord of Orleans , and my lord high constable , you talk of horse and armourOrl .
Would it were day ! Orl . You have an excellent armour ; but let my horse have his
due . Con . It is the best horse of Europe . Orl . Will it never be morning ? Dau . My
lord of Orleans , and my lord high constable , you talk of horse and armourOrl .
Sivu 536
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. SCENE II . The French Camp . Enter
DAUPHIN , ORLEANS , RAMBURES , and Others . Orl . The sun doth gild our
armour : up , my lords ! Dau . Montez à cheval : - My horse ! valet ! lacquay ! ha !
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. SCENE II . The French Camp . Enter
DAUPHIN , ORLEANS , RAMBURES , and Others . Orl . The sun doth gild our
armour : up , my lords ! Dau . Montez à cheval : - My horse ! valet ! lacquay ! ha !
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answer arms Bard Bardolph Bast bear better blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother comes cousin crown dead death doth duke editions England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith Falstaff father fear folio follow France French friends give grace hand Harry hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry hold honour horse Host I'll John keep king Lady land leave live look lord majesty Malone master means meet never night noble North old copies omits passage peace Percy Pist play Poins poor pray prince printed quarto reason Rich Richard SCENE seems sense Shakespeare Shal sir John soldiers soul speak stand sweet sword tell thee thing thou thou art thought tongue true York
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Sivu 167 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Sivu 320 - 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
Sivu 560 - Like to the senators of th' 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.
Sivu 236 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen, I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Sivu 540 - 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...
Sivu 501 - 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...