The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volume 3Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... LADY PERCY , Wife to Hotspur . LADY MORTIMER , Daughter to Glendower . MRS . QUICKLY , Hostess of a Ta- vern in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers , Sheriff , Vintner , Chamberlain , Drawers , Carriers , Travellers , and Attendants . SCENE ...
... LADY PERCY , Wife to Hotspur . LADY MORTIMER , Daughter to Glendower . MRS . QUICKLY , Hostess of a Ta- vern in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers , Sheriff , Vintner , Chamberlain , Drawers , Carriers , Travellers , and Attendants . SCENE ...
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... lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest , demanded My prisoners , in your majesty's behalf . I then , all smarting , with my wounds being cold , To be so pester'd with a popinjay , Out of my grief and my impatience , Answer'd ...
... lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest , demanded My prisoners , in your majesty's behalf . I then , all smarting , with my wounds being cold , To be so pester'd with a popinjay , Out of my grief and my impatience , Answer'd ...
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... lady's fan . Is there not my father , my uncle , and myself ? lord Edmund Mortimer , my lord of York , and Owen ... Lady Percy . How now , Kate ? I must leave you within these two hours . Lady : O , my good lord ! why are you thus alone ...
... lady's fan . Is there not my father , my uncle , and myself ? lord Edmund Mortimer , my lord of York , and Owen ... Lady Percy . How now , Kate ? I must leave you within these two hours . Lady : O , my good lord ! why are you thus alone ...
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... lady ? Lady . What is it carries you away ? Hot . Why my horse , My love , my horse . Lady . Out , you mad - headed ape ! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen , As you are toss'd with . In faith , I'll know your business , Harry ...
... lady ? Lady . What is it carries you away ? Hot . Why my horse , My love , my horse . Lady . Out , you mad - headed ape ! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen , As you are toss'd with . In faith , I'll know your business , Harry ...
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... lady closer ; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know ; And so far will I trust thee , gentle Kate . Lady . How ! so far ? Hot . Not an inch farther . But hark you , Kate ? Whither I go , thither shall you go too ...
... lady closer ; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know ; And so far will I trust thee , gentle Kate . Lady . How ! so far ? Hot . Not an inch farther . But hark you , Kate ? Whither I go , thither shall you go too ...
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Page 75 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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
Page 209 - And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Page 63 - As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls. 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.
Page 10 - But when they seldom come they wish'd-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Page 209 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide; Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To his full height.
Page 428 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school: and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Page 126 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd; The which observ'd , a man may prophesy, With a near aim , of the main chance of things As yet not come to life , which in their seeds , And weak beginnings , lie intreasured.