The Second Part of Henry the FourthMacmillan, 1912 - 176 էջ |
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... noble Hotspur's sword , And that the King before the Douglas ' rage Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death . This have I rumour'd 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 Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death . This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns Between that royal field of Shrewsbury And this worm - eaten hold of ragged ...
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... Should be the father of some stratagem . The times are wild ; contention , like a horse Full of high feeding , madly hath broke loose 10 And bears down all before him . L. Bard . Noble Earl , I bring you certain 5 ACT I ...
... Should be the father of some stratagem . The times are wild ; contention , like a horse Full of high feeding , madly hath broke loose 10 And bears down all before him . L. Bard . Noble Earl , I bring you certain 5 ACT I ...
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William Shakespeare Elizabeth Deering Hanscom. L. Bard . Noble Earl , I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury . North . Good , an God will ! L. Bard . 15 As good as heart can wish . The King is almost wounded to the death ; And , in the ...
William Shakespeare Elizabeth Deering Hanscom. L. Bard . Noble Earl , I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury . North . Good , an God will ! L. Bard . 15 As good as heart can wish . The King is almost wounded to the death ; And , in the ...
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... noble lord , Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask To fright our party . North . 60 65 70 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 ...
... noble lord , Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask To fright our party . North . 60 65 70 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 ...
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... noble Worces- ter 125 Too soon ta'en prisoner ; and that furious Scot , The bloody Douglas , whose well - labouring sword Had three times slain the appearance of the King , Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame Of those that turn ...
... noble Worces- ter 125 Too soon ta'en prisoner ; and that furious Scot , The bloody Douglas , whose well - labouring sword Had three times slain the appearance of the King , Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame Of those that turn ...
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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.