Shakspere plays, Volume 10 |
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Agincourt anſwer archbishop of Bourges Bardolph battle Cambridge editors Capell Captaine Charles Charles VI Chorus Chronicles Conft conj Constable Cotgrave crown Dauphin Dolph Dolphin doth duke duke of Burgundy Dukes of Berry Dyce earl edition Elmham emendation England English Erpingham Essex euery Exeter Exeunt Exit F. J. Furnivall Falstaff fhall Fluellen fome France French French king fuch Gesta giue Gower Hall Harfleur hath haue Henry Henry IV Henry's Herald Holinshed Johnson and Steevens Kate Kath Katherine king's Knight liue Livius Lord loue Maieftie Malone Meulan Monstrelet moſt muſt neuer Nicholson nobles Orleance Pift Pistol play Pope prince prisoners Prose in Ff punctuation Richard II says scene Shakspere Shakspere's ſhall ſhould soul Souldier speech stage direction sword tell thee Theobald theſe thou viii vnto vpon Warre words
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Page lvii - 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...
Page xxxiii - O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day ! K.
Page lviii - I know you all, and will awhile 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. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work ; But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, And nothing...
Page lxv - 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 v - 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 lviii - 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...
Page xcvi - All arts to them are vanity ; and if you tell them what a glorious thing it is to have Henry the Fifth represented on the stage leading the French King prisoner, and forcing both him and the Dolphin to swear fealty...
Page lxv - 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. 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 ! [Exeunt . Alarum, and Chambers go off.
Page lxxv - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page xxxv - 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...