The Second Part of Henry the FourthMacmillan, 1912 - 176 էջ |
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... Host . Master Fang , have you ent'red the ac- tion ? Fang . It is ent'red . Host . Where's your yeoman ? Is't a lusty yeo- man ? Will ' a stand to't ? Fang . Sirrah , where's Snare ? Host . O Lord , ay ! good Master Snare . Snare . Here ...
... Host . Master Fang , have you ent'red the ac- tion ? Fang . It is ent'red . Host . Where's your yeoman ? Is't a lusty yeo- man ? Will ' a stand to't ? Fang . Sirrah , where's Snare ? Host . O Lord , ay ! good Master Snare . Snare . Here ...
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... Host . No , nor I neither . I'll be at your elbow . Fang . An I but fist him once ; an ' a come but within my vice , Good Host . I am undone by his going ; I warrant you , he's an infinitive thing upon my score . Master Fang , hold him ...
... Host . No , nor I neither . I'll be at your elbow . Fang . An I but fist him once ; an ' a come but within my vice , Good Host . I am undone by his going ; I warrant you , he's an infinitive thing upon my score . Master Fang , hold him ...
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... Host . Throw me in the channel ! I'll throw thee in the channel . Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou bastardly rogue ! Murder , murder ! Ah , thou honey - suckle villain ! wilt thou kill God's officers and the King's ? Ah , thou honey - seed ...
... Host . Throw me in the channel ! I'll throw thee in the channel . Wilt thou ? wilt thou ? thou bastardly rogue ! Murder , murder ! Ah , thou honey - suckle villain ! wilt thou kill God's officers and the King's ? Ah , thou honey - seed ...
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... Host . O my most worshipful lord , an't please your 75 Grace , I an a poor widow of Eastcheap , and he is arrested at my suit . Ch . Just . For what sum ? Host . It is more than for some , my lord ; it is for all I have . He hath eaten ...
... Host . O my most worshipful lord , an't please your 75 Grace , I an a poor widow of Eastcheap , and he is arrested at my suit . Ch . Just . For what sum ? Host . It is more than for some , my lord ; it is for all I have . He hath eaten ...
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... Host . Yea , in truth , my lord . Ch . Just . Pray thee , peace . Pay her the debt you owe her , and unpay the villainy you have done 130 with her . The one you may do with sterling money , and the other with current repentance . Fal ...
... Host . Yea , in truth , my lord . Ch . Just . Pray thee , peace . Pay her the debt you owe her , and unpay the villainy you have done 130 with her . The one you may do with sterling money , and the other with current repentance . Fal ...
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Էջ 67 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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.
Էջ 66 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Էջ 68 - O God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea; and other times to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book and sit him down and die.
Էջ 106 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Էջ 140 - I do despise my dream. Make less thy body, hence, and more thy grace : Leave gormandizing ; know, the grave doth gape For thee thrice wider than for other men...
Էջ 34 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some ; whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...
Էջ 103 - It ascends me into the brain ; dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it; makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery and delectable shapes; which, deliver'd o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.
Էջ 66 - Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them. With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Էջ 120 - 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.