King Richard II. King Henry IV, part 1. King Henry IV, part 2. Henry VCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 51
Page 4
... Lady attending on the Queen . Lords , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , two Gardeners , Keeper , Messenger , Groom , and other Attendants . SCENE , dispersedly in England and Wales . THE LIFE AND DEATH OF KING RICHARD II . ACT PERSONS ...
... Lady attending on the Queen . Lords , Heralds , Officers , Soldiers , two Gardeners , Keeper , Messenger , Groom , and other Attendants . SCENE , dispersedly in England and Wales . THE LIFE AND DEATH OF KING RICHARD II . ACT PERSONS ...
Page 27
... the rushes ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded . ' See Hentzner's account of the presence chamber in the palace at Greenwich , 1598. - Itiner . p . 135 . The flowers , fair ladies ; and thy steps , SC . III . 27 . KING RICHARD II .
... the rushes ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded . ' See Hentzner's account of the presence chamber in the palace at Greenwich , 1598. - Itiner . p . 135 . The flowers , fair ladies ; and thy steps , SC . III . 27 . KING RICHARD II .
Page 28
William Shakespeare. The flowers , fair ladies ; and thy steps , no more Than a delightful measure , or a dance : For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it , and sets it light . Boling . O , who can hold a fire ...
William Shakespeare. The flowers , fair ladies ; and thy steps , no more Than a delightful measure , or a dance : For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it , and sets it light . Boling . O , who can hold a fire ...
Page 45
... lady . Queen . ' Tis nothing less : conceit is still deriv'd From some fore - father grief ; mine is not so ; For nothing hath begot my something grief ; Or something hath the nothing that I grieve : " Tis in reversion that I do possess ...
... lady . Queen . ' Tis nothing less : conceit is still deriv'd From some fore - father grief ; mine is not so ; For nothing hath begot my something grief ; Or something hath the nothing that I grieve : " Tis in reversion that I do possess ...
Page 76
... Lady . Madam , we'll play at bowls . " Twill make me think , Queen . The world is full of rubs , and that my fortune Runs ' gainst the bias1 . 1 Lady . Madam , we will dance . Queen . My legs can keep no measure in delight , When my ...
... Lady . Madam , we'll play at bowls . " Twill make me think , Queen . The world is full of rubs , and that my fortune Runs ' gainst the bias1 . 1 Lady . Madam , we will dance . Queen . My legs can keep no measure in delight , When my ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
arms Aumerle Bard Bardolph battle of Agincourt blood Boling Bolingbroke brother called Cotgrave cousin crown death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio France French friends Gaunt give Glendower grace grief hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host Hotspur John of Gaunt King Henry King Henry IV King Richard King Richard II king's Lady liege live look lord majesty master merry Mortimer never night noble Northumberland old copies passage peace Percy Pist Pistol play Poins pray prince prince of Wales quarto Queen Rich sack SCENE Scroop Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak Steevens sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue unto Westmoreland word York
Popular passages
Page 134 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 34 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Page 313 - 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...
Page 310 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! 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 34 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Page 233 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 488 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : 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...
Page 396 - Whose high, upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts: Into a thousand parts divide one man And make imaginary puissance. Think , when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Page 174 - Should 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 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.
Page 440 - 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.