The First Part of Henry the Fourth, Part 1D.C. Heath & Company, 1917 - 218 pàgines |
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Pàgina xxv
... Worcester . A schemer by nature , he is the real author of the conspiracy . His refusal to communicate to his nephew the King's generous offer of pardon on the eve of the battle of Shrewsbury , prompted as that refusal is by cowardly ...
... Worcester . A schemer by nature , he is the real author of the conspiracy . His refusal to communicate to his nephew the King's generous offer of pardon on the eve of the battle of Shrewsbury , prompted as that refusal is by cowardly ...
Pàgina xxx
... Worcester Earl of North grad all HENRY PERCY , surnamed HOTSPUR Moble EDMUND MORTIMER RICHARD SCROOP ARCHIBALD · OWEN GLENDOWER SIR RICHARD VERNON SIR JOHN FALSTAFF SIR MICHAEL . His son Earl of March Archbishop of York Earl of Douglas ...
... Worcester Earl of North grad all HENRY PERCY , surnamed HOTSPUR Moble EDMUND MORTIMER RICHARD SCROOP ARCHIBALD · OWEN GLENDOWER SIR RICHARD VERNON SIR JOHN FALSTAFF SIR MICHAEL . His son Earl of March Archbishop of York Earl of Douglas ...
Pàgina 4
... Worcester , Malevolent to you in all aspects ; t Which makes him prune himself , and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity . King . But I have sent for him to answer this ; And for this cause awhile we must neglect Our holy ...
... Worcester , Malevolent to you in all aspects ; t Which makes him prune himself , and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity . King . But I have sent for him to answer this ; And for this cause awhile we must neglect Our holy ...
Pàgina 12
... WORCESTER , HOTSPUR , SIR WALTER BLUNT , with others King . My blood hath been too cold and tem- perate , Unapt to stir at these indignities , And you have found me ; for accordingly You tread upon my patience : but be sure self I will ...
... WORCESTER , HOTSPUR , SIR WALTER BLUNT , with others King . My blood hath been too cold and tem- perate , Unapt to stir at these indignities , And you have found me ; for accordingly You tread upon my patience : but be sure self I will ...
Pàgina 13
... Worcester , get thee gone ; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye : 10 andacen O , sir , your presence is too bold and peremptory , And majesty might never yet endure The moody frontier of a servant brow . You have good ...
... Worcester , get thee gone ; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye : 10 andacen O , sir , your presence is too bold and peremptory , And majesty might never yet endure The moody frontier of a servant brow . You have good ...
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Anon Bardolph battle of Shrewsbury blank verse blood Bolingbroke buckram character cousin coward crown death devil doth Doug Douglas Earl of Fife earle of March Eastcheap Edited Edmund Mortimer Elizabethan England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faith Falstaff Famous Victories father fear fight Francis Gads Gadshill give Glend hang Harry hath head hear Henry IV Henry Percy Holinshed Holinshed's honour horse Hostess Hotspur humor Jack John of Lancaster Julius Cæsar King Henry king's knight Lady Percy lord Love's Labour's Lost meaning noble Northumberland Oldcastle Owen Glendower Persie Peto play Poins Prince Henry Prince of Wales prince's prisoners prithee Quarto rebellion rebels Richard Richard II rogue sack scene Scot sense Shake Shakespeare Sir John Sir Walter Blunt speak speare speech sword tavern tell thee thou art thou hast true villain Welsh Westmoreland Worcester word Zounds
Passatges populars
Pàgina 39 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife — Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.
Pàgina 108 - 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.
Pàgina 52 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned : if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord : banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins ; but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and, therefore more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company: banish...
Pàgina 82 - Glittering in golden coats, like images ; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at Midsummer ; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
Pàgina 97 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my catechism.
Pàgina xxiv - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Pàgina 40 - Go thy ways, old Jack ; die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring.
Pàgina 45 - ... as ever I heard bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword, as thou hast done, and then say, it was in fight ! What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent shame ? Poins. Come, let 's hear, Jack. What trick hast thou now ? Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.
Pàgina 35 - Whither I go, nor reason whereabout. Whither I must, I must ; and, to conclude, This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. I know you wise ; but yet no farther wise Than Harry Percy's wife : constant you are ; But yet a woman : and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know ; And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.
Pàgina 12 - 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. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work ; But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
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