The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen 4Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... HARRY PERCY . North . It is my son , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester , whencesoever.- Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I had thought , my lord , to have learn'd his health of you . North . Why , is he not with ...
... HARRY PERCY . North . It is my son , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester , whencesoever.- Harry , how fares your uncle ? Percy . I had thought , my lord , to have learn'd his health of you . North . Why , is he not with ...
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... PERCY . Well , Harry ; what , will not this castle yield ? Percy . The castle royally is mann'd , my lord , Against thy entrance . Boling . Royally ! Why , it contains no king ? Percy . Ves , my good lord , It doth contain a king ; king ...
... PERCY . Well , Harry ; what , will not this castle yield ? Percy . The castle royally is mann'd , my lord , Against thy entrance . Boling . Royally ! Why , it contains no king ? Percy . Ves , my good lord , It doth contain a king ; king ...
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... Harry Percy , and brave Archibald , That ever - valiant and approved Scot , Where they did spend a sad and bloody ... Harry Percy was sur- named , for his often pricking , Henry Hotspur , as one that se dom times rest- ed , if ...
... Harry Percy , and brave Archibald , That ever - valiant and approved Scot , Where they did spend a sad and bloody ... Harry Percy was sur- named , for his often pricking , Henry Hotspur , as one that se dom times rest- ed , if ...
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... Percy , his - Plantagenet ! Then would I have his Harry , and he mine . But let him from my thoughts : - What think you , coz ' , Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners , Which he in this adventure hath surpris'd , To his own ...
... Percy , his - Plantagenet ! Then would I have his Harry , and he mine . But let him from my thoughts : - What think you , coz ' , Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners , Which he in this adventure hath surpris'd , To his own ...
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... HENRY , NORTHUMBERLAND , WORCESTER , HOTSPUR , Sir WAL- TER BLUNT , and others . K. Hen . My blood hath been too cold ... Harry Percy here at Holmedon took , Were , as he says , not with such strength denied As is deliver'd to your ...
... HENRY , NORTHUMBERLAND , WORCESTER , HOTSPUR , Sir WAL- TER BLUNT , and others . K. Hen . My blood hath been too cold ... Harry Percy here at Holmedon took , Were , as he says , not with such strength denied As is deliver'd to your ...
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Página 46 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war...
Página 39 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Página 13 - 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.
Página 39 - 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.
Página 2 - 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...
Página 45 - Grief fills the room up of .my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 2 - 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.
Página 51 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 60 - God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! 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. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
Página 24 - 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.