The plays and poems of Shakspeare [according to the text of E. Malone] with notes and 170 illustr. from the plates in Boydell's ed., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volum 7 |
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... Henry's trumpets spread their loud alarms , And laurel'd Conquest waits her hero's arms . Where'er we turn , by Fancy charm'd , we find Some sweet illusion of the cheated mind . COLLINS . B. 201 . Art . Malme . I. 48 .
... Henry's trumpets spread their loud alarms , And laurel'd Conquest waits her hero's arms . Where'er we turn , by Fancy charm'd , we find Some sweet illusion of the cheated mind . COLLINS . B. 201 . Art . Malme . I. 48 .
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... Henry's trumpets spread their loud alarms , And laurel'd Conquest waits her hero's arms . Where'er we turn , by Fancy charm'd , we find Some sweet illusion of the cheated mind . COLLINS . CONTENTS OF THE SEVENTH VOLUME . PAGE KING HENRY IV.
... Henry's trumpets spread their loud alarms , And laurel'd Conquest waits her hero's arms . Where'er we turn , by Fancy charm'd , we find Some sweet illusion of the cheated mind . COLLINS . CONTENTS OF THE SEVENTH VOLUME . PAGE KING HENRY IV.
Pàgina 8
... 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 . But this ...
... 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 . But this ...
Pàgina 18
... two of them , I know them to be as true - bred cowards as ever turned back ; and for the third , if he fight longer than he sees reason , I'll Occasion . forswear arms . The virtue of this jest will be 18 ACT I. KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
... two of them , I know them to be as true - bred cowards as ever turned back ; and for the third , if he fight longer than he sees reason , I'll Occasion . forswear arms . The virtue of this jest will be 18 ACT I. KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
Pàgina 19
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. forswear arms . The virtue of this jest will be , the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us , when we meet at supper : how thirty , at least , he fought with ; what wards ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. forswear arms . The virtue of this jest will be , the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us , when we meet at supper : how thirty , at least , he fought with ; what wards ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
anon archbishop of York arms art thou Bardolph blood Blunt brother captain CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin crown dæmon Davy dead death devil Doll dost doth Douglas duke duke of Burgundy earl Eastcheap England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit faith father fear Fluellen France French friends give Glendower GLOSTER grace Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart Heaven honor horse Host hostess Hotspur Jack Kate Kath knave Lady liege live look lord majesty master Shallow 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 Scroop SHAK Shal Shrewsbury sir John Falstaff soldier speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast unto Westmoreland wilt Worcester
Passatges populars
Pàgina 346 - 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.
Pàgina 180 - 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 ? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pàgina 274 - 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...
Pàgina 112 - 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 : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Pàgina 43 - Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand.? come, tell us your reason; what sayest thou to this? Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason, Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion!
Pàgina 295 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom* child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Pàgina 261 - 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, Leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Pàgina 5 - 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.
Pàgina 128 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Pàgina 347 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.