Henry IV, Part First: With Introduction, and Notes Explanatory and Critical, for Use in Schools and Families, Parte 1Ginn & Company, 1888 |
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... LADY PERCY , Wife to Hotspur . LADY MORTIMER , Daughter to Glen- dower . Mrs. QUICKLY , Hostess in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers , Sheriff , Vintner , Chamberlain , Drawers , Carriers , Travel- lers , and Attendants . SCENE . - England ...
... LADY PERCY , Wife to Hotspur . LADY MORTIMER , Daughter to Glen- dower . Mrs. QUICKLY , Hostess in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers , Sheriff , Vintner , Chamberlain , Drawers , Carriers , Travel- lers , and Attendants . SCENE . - England ...
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... lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest , demanded My prisoners in your Majesty's behalf . I then , all smarting with my wounds being cold , Out of my grief and my impatience To be so pester'd with a popinjay , Answer'd ...
... lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest , demanded My prisoners in your Majesty's behalf . I then , all smarting with my wounds being cold , Out of my grief and my impatience To be so pester'd with a popinjay , Answer'd ...
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... Lady Percy's brother , but her nephew . See note 8 . 14 That is , " the wrongs which we inflicted on him " ; the Percys having been the chief supporters of Bolingbroke in his usurpation . Did gage 15 them both in an unjust behalf , 76 ...
... Lady Percy's brother , but her nephew . See note 8 . 14 That is , " the wrongs which we inflicted on him " ; the Percys having been the chief supporters of Bolingbroke in his usurpation . Did gage 15 them both in an unjust behalf , 76 ...
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... Lady PERCY . How now , Kate ! 4 I must leave you within these two hours . Lady . O , my good lord , why are you thus alone ? For what offence have I this fortnight been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , sweet lord , what ...
... Lady PERCY . How now , Kate ! 4 I must leave you within these two hours . Lady . O , my good lord , why are you thus alone ? For what offence have I this fortnight been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , sweet lord , what ...
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... lady ? Lady . What is it carries you away ? Hot . Why , my horse , my love , my horse . Lady . Out , you mad - headed ape ! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen As you are toss'd with.9 In faith , I'll know your business , Harry ...
... lady ? Lady . What is it carries you away ? Hot . Why , my horse , my love , my horse . Lady . Out , you mad - headed ape ! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen As you are toss'd with.9 In faith , I'll know your business , Harry ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
anon arms art thou Bard Bardolph battle of Shrewsbury better blood called Capell character Collier's second folio counterfeit cousin coward Devil doth Doug Douglas drink Dyce Earl of Fife Earl of March Eastcheap Enter Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff father fear fight Francis Gads Gadshill give Glend Glendower grace Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart Holinshed honour horse Host Hostess Hotspur humour Jack keep King Henry Lady Lancaster lord matter means Mortimer never night noble old copies read old text Percy Peto play Poet Pointz pr'ythee Prince Henry Prince of Wales prisoners Richard rogue sack SCENE Scot sense Shakespeare Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir WALTER BLUNT Sirrah speak speech spirit sweet sword tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought to-morrow true Twelfth Night villain Westmoreland Worcester word wounds
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Página 71 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners: But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner...
Página 171 - 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
Página 72 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad 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 31 - twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit : to die, is to be a counterfeit ; for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed.
Página 195 - I cannot blame him : at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward.
Página 204 - I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh : — But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
Página 55 - Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Página 155 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Página 29 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest. I am as valiant as Hercules ; but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince.
Página 117 - Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.