The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: King Henry iV. King Henry VH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst Trim himself , as birds their feathers . truly know . What a devil hast thou to do SCENE II . 11 KING HENRY IV . - PART I. King reproving Prince Henry -Smirke.
... that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst Trim himself , as birds their feathers . truly know . What a devil hast thou to do SCENE II . 11 KING HENRY IV . - PART I. King reproving Prince Henry -Smirke.
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William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. truly know . What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day ? Unless hours were cups of sack , and minutes capons , and clocks the tongues of bawds , and dials the signs of leaping - houses ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. truly know . What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day ? Unless hours were cups of sack , and minutes capons , and clocks the tongues of bawds , and dials the signs of leaping - houses ...
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... devil shall have his bargain ; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs : he will give the devil his due . Poins . Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil . P. Hen . Else he had been damned for cozening the devil ...
... devil shall have his bargain ; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs : he will give the devil his due . Poins . Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil . P. Hen . Else he had been damned for cozening the devil ...
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... devil alone , As Owen Glendower for an enemy . Art thou not ashamed ? But , sirrah , henceforth Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer : Expend . 2 Bravery , stoutness . • Curled . Send me your prisoners with the speediest means , Or 24 ...
... devil alone , As Owen Glendower for an enemy . Art thou not ashamed ? But , sirrah , henceforth Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer : Expend . 2 Bravery , stoutness . • Curled . Send me your prisoners with the speediest means , Or 24 ...
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... devil come and roar for them , I will not send them . I will after straight , And tell him so ; for I will ease my heart , Although it be with hazard of my head . North . What , drunk with choler ? stay , and pause awhile ; Here comes ...
... devil come and roar for them , I will not send them . I will after straight , And tell him so ; for I will ease my heart , Although it be with hazard of my head . North . What , drunk with choler ? stay , and pause awhile ; Here comes ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
anon archbishop of York art thou Bardolph blood Blunt brother captain CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin coward crown dæmon del HENRY devil Doll doth Douglas duke earl Eastcheap England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff father fear France French friends Gads Gadshill give Glen Glendower grace hanged Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven honor horse Host hostess Hotspur Jack Kate Kath knave Lady liege look lord majesty master Mortimer never night noble Northumberland numbers peace Percy Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray PRINCE HENRY PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales rascal Re-enter rogue sack SCENE SHAK Shal Shallow Shrewsbury sir John sir John Falstaff Sirrah soldier speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast unto villain Westmoreland wilt Zounds
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Página 202 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Página 22 - To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds — God save the mark! — And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise...
Página 378 - God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Página 19 - 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...
Página 301 - 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 The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Página 201 - HENRY'S SOLILOQUY ON SLEEP. [From King Henry IV.} 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 ? 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, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd...
Página 128 - 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.
Página 331 - 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.
Página 331 - 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...
Página 379 - 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. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, "To-morrow is Saint Crispian." Then will he strip his sleeve...