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... me sad , and mak'st me sin In envy that my lord Northumberland Should be the father of so bless'd a son : a Balk'd . To balk is to raise into ridges . A son , who is the theme of honour's tongue SCENE I. ] 13 KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
... me sad , and mak'st me sin In envy that my lord Northumberland Should be the father of so bless'd a son : a Balk'd . To balk is to raise into ridges . A son , who is the theme of honour's tongue SCENE I. ] 13 KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
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William Shakespeare Charles Knight. A son , who is the theme of honour's tongue ; Amongst a grove , the very straightest plant ; Who is sweet Fortune's minion , and her pride : Whilst I , by looking on the praise of him , See riot and ...
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. A son , who is the theme of honour's tongue ; Amongst a grove , the very straightest plant ; Who is sweet Fortune's minion , and her pride : Whilst I , by looking on the praise of him , See riot and ...
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... tongues of bawds , and dials the signs of leaping - houses , and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame - coloured taffata ; I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day . Fal . Indeed ...
... tongues of bawds , and dials the signs of leaping - houses , and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame - coloured taffata ; I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day . Fal . Indeed ...
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... tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransom home revolted Mortimer . Hot . Revolted Mortimer ! He never did fall off , my sovereign liege , But by the chance of war ; -To prove that true Needs no more but one tongue for all those ...
... tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransom home revolted Mortimer . Hot . Revolted Mortimer ! He never did fall off , my sovereign liege , But by the chance of war ; -To prove that true Needs no more but one tongue for all those ...
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... tongue to speak of Mortimer ; But I will find him when he lies asleep , And in his ear I'll holla - Mortimer ! Nay , I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Nothing but Mortimer , and give it him , To keep his anger still in ...
... tongue to speak of Mortimer ; But I will find him when he lies asleep , And in his ear I'll holla - Mortimer ! Nay , I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Nothing but Mortimer , and give it him , To keep his anger still in ...
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Page 227 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Page 22 - Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and...
Page 158 - O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 82 - 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 23 - Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Page 300 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Page 159 - 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 ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 238 - 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...
Page 96 - 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 that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o
Page 160 - 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. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...