King Henry IV., part II. King Henry V. King Henry VI., part I. King Henry VI., part IIJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... Warwick ; his Sons . Earl of Westmoreland ; of the King's party , Gower ; Harcourt ; S Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench . A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice . Earl of Northumberland ; Scroop , Archbishop of York ; Lord ...
... Warwick ; his Sons . Earl of Westmoreland ; of the King's party , Gower ; Harcourt ; S Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench . A Gentleman attending on the Chief Justice . Earl of Northumberland ; Scroop , Archbishop of York ; Lord ...
Strona 57
... Warwick ; But , ere they come , bid them o'er - read these letters , And well consider of them : Make good speed . [ Exit Page . How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! -Sleep , gentle sleep , Nature's soft ...
... Warwick ; But , ere they come , bid them o'er - read these letters , And well consider of them : Make good speed . [ Exit Page . How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! -Sleep , gentle sleep , Nature's soft ...
Strona 58
... WARWICK and SURREY . War . Many good morrows to your majesty ! K. Hen . Is it good morrow , lords ? War . ' Tis one o'clock , and past . 4 K. Hen . Why then , good morrow to you all , my lords . Have you read o'er the letters that I ...
... WARWICK and SURREY . War . Many good morrows to your majesty ! K. Hen . Is it good morrow , lords ? War . ' Tis one o'clock , and past . 4 K. Hen . Why then , good morrow to you all , my lords . Have you read o'er the letters that I ...
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... WARWICK . When Richard , with his eye brimfull of tears , Then check'd and rated by Northumberland , - Did speak these words , now prov'd a prophecy ? Northumberland , thou ladder , by the which My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne ...
... WARWICK . When Richard , with his eye brimfull of tears , Then check'd and rated by Northumberland , - Did speak these words , now prov'd a prophecy ? Northumberland , thou ladder , by the which My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne ...
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... WARWICK , and Others . K. Hen . Now , lords , if heaven doth give suc cessful end To this debate that bleedeth at our doors , We will our youth lead on to higher fields , And draw no swords but what are sanctified . Our navy is address ...
... WARWICK , and Others . K. Hen . Now , lords , if heaven doth give suc cessful end To this debate that bleedeth at our doors , We will our youth lead on to higher fields , And draw no swords but what are sanctified . Our navy is address ...
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Strona 177 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Strona 177 - 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 ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
Strona 149 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order * to a peopled kingdom : They have a king, and officers of sorts ; 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...
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Strona 219 - I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart. His passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.