Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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Pàgina 6
... noble Hotspur's sword ; And that the king before the Douglas ' rage Stooped his anointed head as low as death . This have I rumored through the peasant towns Between that royal field of Shrewsbury And this worm - eaten hold of ragged ...
... noble Hotspur's sword ; And that the king before the Douglas ' rage Stooped his anointed head as low as death . This have I rumored through the peasant towns Between that royal field of Shrewsbury And this worm - eaten hold of ragged ...
Pàgina 7
... Noble earl , I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury . North . Good , an Heaven will ! Bard . As good as heart can wish.- The king is almost wounded to the death ; And , in the fortune of my lord your son , Prince Harry slain outright ...
... Noble earl , I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury . North . Good , an Heaven will ! Bard . As good as heart can wish.- The king is almost wounded to the death ; And , in the fortune of my lord your son , Prince Harry slain outright ...
Pàgina 9
... noble lord ; Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask , To fright our party . North . How doth my son , and brother ? Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand . Even such a man , so ...
... noble lord ; Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask , To fright our party . North . How doth my son , and brother ? Thou tremblest ; and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand . Even such a man , so ...
Pàgina 10
... noble Worcester Too soon ta'en prisoner ; and that furious Scot , The bloody Douglas , whose well - laboring sword Had three times slain the appearance of the king , ' Gan vail his stomach , and did grace the shame Of those that turned ...
... noble Worcester Too soon ta'en prisoner ; and that furious Scot , The bloody Douglas , whose well - laboring sword Had three times slain the appearance of the king , ' Gan vail his stomach , and did grace the shame Of those that turned ...
Pàgina 12
... noble lord , ' And summed the account of chance , before you said , — Let us make head . It was your presurmise , That in the dole of blows your son might drop . You knew , he walked o'er perils , on an edge , More likely to fall in ...
... noble lord , ' And summed the account of chance , before you said , — Let us make head . It was your presurmise , That in the dole of blows your son might drop . You knew , he walked o'er perils , on an edge , More likely to fall in ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Alarum arms Bard Bardolph blood brother Cade captain Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward enemy England English Enter KING HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit Falstaff father fear fight folio follow France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed honor house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade King Henry VI lady Lancaster liege live look lord majesty Margaret master never night noble Northumberland old play peace Pist Pistol Poins pray prince PUCELLE quarto queen Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Shal sir John soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast traitor unto valiant Warwick Westmoreland wilt words
Passatges populars
Pàgina 152 - 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...
Pàgina 190 - Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint Crispin's day.
Pàgina 472 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Pàgina 153 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding — which I doubt not — For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry "God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Pàgina 54 - 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...
Pàgina 117 - 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.
Pàgina 189 - 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. This day is...
Pàgina 190 - 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 friends, And say — to-morrow is Saint Crispian : Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Pàgina 93 - Laud be to God ! — even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem ; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land. — But bear me to that chamber ; there I'll lie ; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
Pàgina 262 - And here I prophesy, — This brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.