The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Side 176
... Harfleur . MOUNTJOY , a Herald . AMBASSADORS to the King of England . ISABEL , Queen of France . CATHARINE , Daughter to the King of France . ALICE , a Lady attending on the Princess Catharine . Hoftefs QUICKLY , Piftol's Wife . Lords ...
... Harfleur . MOUNTJOY , a Herald . AMBASSADORS to the King of England . ISABEL , Queen of France . CATHARINE , Daughter to the King of France . ALICE , a Lady attending on the Princess Catharine . Hoftefs QUICKLY , Piftol's Wife . Lords ...
Side 203
... Harfleur , Follow , follow . Grapple your minds to fternage of this navy , And leave your England , as dead midnight still , Guarded with grandfires , babies and old women , Or paft or not arriv'd to pith and puiffance : For who is he ...
... Harfleur , Follow , follow . Grapple your minds to fternage of this navy , And leave your England , as dead midnight still , Guarded with grandfires , babies and old women , Or paft or not arriv'd to pith and puiffance : For who is he ...
Side 204
... Harfleur . K. Henry . O ŃCE more unto the breach , dear friends , once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead . In peace there's nothing fo becomes a man As modeft ftillness and humility : But when the blaft of war blows in ...
... Harfleur . K. Henry . O ŃCE more unto the breach , dear friends , once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead . In peace there's nothing fo becomes a man As modeft ftillness and humility : But when the blaft of war blows in ...
Side 208
... Harfleur , " Till in her afhes the lye buried . The gates of mercy fhall be all fhut up ; And the flesh'd foldier , rough and hard of heart , In liberty of bloody hand fhall range With confcience wide as hell , mowing like grafs Your ...
... Harfleur , " Till in her afhes the lye buried . The gates of mercy fhall be all fhut up ; And the flesh'd foldier , rough and hard of heart , In liberty of bloody hand fhall range With confcience wide as hell , mowing like grafs Your ...
Side 209
... Harfleur , there remain , And fortify it ftrongly ' gainst the French : Ufe mercy to them all . For us , dear uncle , The winter coming on , and fickness growing Upon our foldiers , we'll retire to Calais . To - night in Harfleur we ...
... Harfleur , there remain , And fortify it ftrongly ' gainst the French : Ufe mercy to them all . For us , dear uncle , The winter coming on , and fickness growing Upon our foldiers , we'll retire to Calais . To - night in Harfleur we ...
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againſt anſwer art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph blood captain coufin crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit fack faid Falstaff father fave fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould fight fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King Henry Lord Lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift Piftol pleaſe Poins pow'r pr'ythee prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon Reignier Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf Shal ſhall Sir John Sir John Falstaff ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Weft Westmorland whofe Whoſe wilt York
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Side 231 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Side 245 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
Side 122 - With deaf'ning clamours 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.
Side 195 - 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...
Side 230 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Side 74 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it 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.
Side 123 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, 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 intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Side 14 - 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...
Side 146 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Side 183 - 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, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.