The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Band 7Little, Brown, 1863 |
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... common That men are merriest when they are from home . But tell the Dolphin , — I will keep my state , Be like a king , and shew my sail of greatness , When I do rouse me in my throne of France : For that I have laid by my majesty , And ...
... common That men are merriest when they are from home . But tell the Dolphin , — I will keep my state , Be like a king , and shew my sail of greatness , When I do rouse me in my throne of France : For that I have laid by my majesty , And ...
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... common soldier , BEDFORD , and GLOSTER . K. Hen . Gloster , ' tis true that we are in great danger ; The greater , therefore , should our courage be . Good morrow , brother Bedford . God Almighty ! There is some soul of goodness in ...
... common soldier , BEDFORD , and GLOSTER . K. Hen . Gloster , ' tis true that we are in great danger ; The greater , therefore , should our courage be . Good morrow , brother Bedford . God Almighty ! There is some soul of goodness in ...
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... common , and popular ? K. Hen . I am a gentleman of a company . Pist . Trail'st thou the puissant pike ? K. Hen . Even so . What are you ? Pist . As good a gentleman as the Emperor . K. Hen . Then you are a better than the King . Pist ...
... common , and popular ? K. Hen . I am a gentleman of a company . Pist . Trail'st thou the puissant pike ? K. Hen . Even so . What are you ? Pist . As good a gentleman as the Emperor . K. Hen . Then you are a better than the King . Pist ...
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... common men ; For many of our princes , ( woe the while ! ) Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood ; So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs In blood of princes ; and the wounded steeds Fret fetlock deep in gore , and with wild ...
... common men ; For many of our princes , ( woe the while ! ) Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood ; So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs In blood of princes ; and the wounded steeds Fret fetlock deep in gore , and with wild ...
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... common man ; witness the night , your garments , your lowliness ; and what your Highness suffer'd under that shape , I beseech you , take it for your own fault , and not mine : for had you been as I took you for , I made no offence ...
... common man ; witness the night , your garments , your lowliness ; and what your Highness suffer'd under that shape , I beseech you , take it for your own fault , and not mine : for had you been as I took you for , I made no offence ...
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Alarum Alençon blood Buckingham Burgundy Cade Captain Char Clif Collier's folio crown dead death Dolphin doth Duke of Burgundy Duke of York Dyce Earl England English Enter King HENRY EXETER Exeunt Exit father fear fight Fluellen France French give Gloster Grace Greene Greene's hand Harfleur hath heart Heaven Henry the Sixth Holinshed honour Houses of York Humphrey Jack Cade John Kath lines Lord Lord Protector Madam Majesty Margaret Marlowe misprint murther never night noble old plays passage peace Pist Pistol Prince Protector Pucelle quarto Queen Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE second folio Shakespeare shame shew soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak speech Suffolk sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought traitor True Tragedy uncle unto Warwick Winchester word
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Seite 446 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Seite 186 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose. And here I prophesy, — this brawl to-day , Grown to this faction in the Temple garden, Shall send , between the red rose and the white , A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Seite 331 - What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Seite 34 - 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...
Seite 42 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Seite 18 - 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 ; 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,...
Seite 7 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt...
Seite 162 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. With Henry's death the English circle ends; Dispersed are the glories it included.
Seite 183 - Let him that is a true-born gentleman And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth. From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. 30 Som. Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
Seite 151 - HUNG be the heavens with black, yield day to night ! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, That have consented unto Henry's death ! King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.