Shakspere's works [from the text of N. Delius]. |
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... PERCY , surnamed HOTSPUR , his Son . LORD ROSS . LORD WILLOUGHBY . LORD FITZWATER . Bishop of Carlisle . Abbot of Westminster . Lord Marshal . SIR STEPHEN SCROOP . SIR PIERCE OF EXTON . Captain of a Band of Welshmen . QUEEN TO KING ...
... PERCY , surnamed HOTSPUR , his Son . LORD ROSS . LORD WILLOUGHBY . LORD FITZWATER . Bishop of Carlisle . Abbot of Westminster . Lord Marshal . SIR STEPHEN SCROOP . SIR PIERCE OF EXTON . Captain of a Band of Welshmen . QUEEN TO KING ...
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... PERCY , surnamed HOTSPUR , his Son . LORD ROSS . LORD WILLOUGHBY . LORD FITZWATER . Bishop of Carlisle . Abbot of Westminster . Lord Marshal . SIR STEPHEN SCROOP . SIR PIERCE OF EXTON . Captain of a Band of Welshmen . QUEEN TO KING ...
... PERCY , surnamed HOTSPUR , his Son . LORD ROSS . LORD WILLOUGHBY . LORD FITZWATER . Bishop of Carlisle . Abbot of Westminster . Lord Marshal . SIR STEPHEN SCROOP . SIR PIERCE OF EXTON . Captain of a Band of Welshmen . QUEEN TO KING ...
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... PERCY . North . It is my son , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester , whencesoever . Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I had thought , my lord , to have learn'd his health of you . North . Why , is he not with the queen ?
... PERCY . North . It is my son , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester , whencesoever . Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I had thought , my lord , to have learn'd his health of you . North . Why , is he not with the queen ?
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... Percy . No , my good lord ; for that is not forgot Which ne'er I did remember : to my knowledge I never in my life did look on him . North . Then learn to know him now : this is the duke . Percy . My gracious lord , I tender you my ...
... Percy . No , my good lord ; for that is not forgot Which ne'er I did remember : to my knowledge I never in my life did look on him . North . Then learn to know him now : this is the duke . Percy . My gracious lord , I tender you my ...
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... PERCY , WILLOUGHBY , ROSS ; BUSHY and Green , prisoners . Boling . Bring forth these men . Bushy and Green , I will not vex your souls- Since presently your souls must part your bodies— With too much urging your pernicious lives , For ...
... PERCY , WILLOUGHBY , ROSS ; BUSHY and Green , prisoners . Boling . Bring forth these men . Bushy and Green , I will not vex your souls- Since presently your souls must part your bodies— With too much urging your pernicious lives , For ...
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Archbishop of York arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bishop of CARLISLE blood Blunt Boling Bolingbroke Colevile cousin crown Davy dead death Doll doth Douglas Duch Duke Duke of Hereford Earl Eastcheap Exeunt Exit eyes faith Falstaff farewell father fear friends Gaunt gentlemen give Glend Glendower grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Hereford hither honour horse Hotspur Jack John of Gaunt King HENRY King Richard Lady Lanc liege live look lord majesty Master Shallow Mortimer Mowb Mowbray never night noble North Northumberland pardon peace Percy Peto Pist Poins pray Prince Prince of Wales prithee Quick Re-enter Rich rogue SCENE Shal Shrewsbury Sir John Sir John Falstaff sorrow soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle unto Westmoreland wilt word York Zounds
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Էջ 230 - ning 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.
Էջ 44 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antick sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath, a little scene...
Էջ 128 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Էջ 79 - Ha, ha ! keep time. How sour sweet music is When time is broke and no proportion kept ! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Էջ 43 - Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Էջ 168 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Էջ 230 - 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?
Էջ 124 - I turn upon the true prince ? why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was now a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Էջ 14 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? " Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic k summer's heat?
Էջ 156 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.