King Henry the FifthGinn, 1909 - 176 pages |
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... doth he dedicate one jot of colour Unto the weary and all - watched night , But freshly looks and over - bears attaint With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty ; That every wretch , pining and pale before , Beholding him , plucks ...
... doth he dedicate one jot of colour Unto the weary and all - watched night , But freshly looks and over - bears attaint With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty ; That every wretch , pining and pale before , Beholding him , plucks ...
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... Doth his majesty Incline to it , or no ? CANTERBURY . He seems indifferent , Or rather swaying more upon our part Than cherishing th ' exhibiters against us : 61-62 . 66 Roses and Violets are ever the sweeter and more odor- iferous that ...
... Doth his majesty Incline to it , or no ? CANTERBURY . He seems indifferent , Or rather swaying more upon our part Than cherishing th ' exhibiters against us : 61-62 . 66 Roses and Violets are ever the sweeter and more odor- iferous that ...
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... . miscreate : spurious . The Latin form of the past participle . Cf. ' create ' in II , ii , 31 ; A Midsummer Night's Dream , V , i , 412 . " For God doth know how many now in health Shall SCENE II 13 KING HENRY THE FIFTH.
... . miscreate : spurious . The Latin form of the past participle . Cf. ' create ' in II , ii , 31 ; A Midsummer Night's Dream , V , i , 412 . " For God doth know how many now in health Shall SCENE II 13 KING HENRY THE FIFTH.
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William Shakespeare Ebenezer Charlton Black, Andrew Jackson George. For God doth know how many now in health Shall drop their blood in approbation Of what your reverence shall incite us to . Therefore take heed how you impawn our person ...
William Shakespeare Ebenezer Charlton Black, Andrew Jackson George. For God doth know how many now in health Shall drop their blood in approbation Of what your reverence shall incite us to . Therefore take heed how you impawn our person ...
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... doth it well appear , the Salique law Was not devised for the realm of France : Nor did the French possess the Salique land Until four hundred one and twenty years After defunction of King Pharamond , Idly suppos'd the founder of this ...
... doth it well appear , the Salique law Was not devised for the realm of France : Nor did the French possess the Salique land Until four hundred one and twenty years After defunction of King Pharamond , Idly suppos'd the founder of this ...
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Page 121 - 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.
Page 108 - Then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's : but every subject's soul is his own.
Page 121 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say " Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Page 62 - 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.
Page 23 - 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 24 - 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, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Page 120 - God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 50 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Page 63 - 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. On, on, you noblest English, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof ! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought, And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Page 63 - 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. 30 I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot : Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry ' God for Harry, England, and Saint George !