The First Part of Henry the Fourth, Part 1D.C. Heath, 1904 - 178 pages |
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... Thou art so fat - witted , with drinking of old sack and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotton to demand 5 that truly which thou wouldst truly know . What a devil 10 hast thou to ...
... Thou art so fat - witted , with drinking of old sack and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotton to demand 5 that truly which thou wouldst truly know . What a devil 10 hast thou to ...
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... thy quips and thy quiddities ? what a plague have I to do with a buff jerkin ? Prince . Why , what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern ? Fal . Well , thou hast called her to a reckoning many a time and oft . Prince . Did I ...
... thy quips and thy quiddities ? what a plague have I to do with a buff jerkin ? Prince . Why , what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern ? Fal . Well , thou hast called her to a reckoning many a time and oft . Prince . Did I ...
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... thou to a hare , or the melancholy of Moor - ditch ? Fal . Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art in- 75 deed the most comparative , rascalliest , sweet young prince . But , Hal , I prithee , trouble me no more with vanity . I ...
... thou to a hare , or the melancholy of Moor - ditch ? Fal . Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art in- 75 deed the most comparative , rascalliest , sweet young prince . But , Hal , I prithee , trouble me no more with vanity . I ...
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... art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil . Prince . Else he had been damned for cozening the devil . 115 Poins . But , my lads , my lads , to - morrow morning , by four o'clock , early at Gadshill ! there are pilgrims going ...
... art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil . Prince . Else he had been damned for cozening the devil . 115 Poins . But , my lads , my lads , to - morrow morning , by four o'clock , early at Gadshill ! there are pilgrims going ...
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... Thou dost belle him , Percy , thou dost belie him ; He never did encounter with Glendower : 15 I tell thee , He durst as well have met the devil alone As Owen Glendower for an enemy . Art thou not ashamed ? But , sirrah , henceforth Let ...
... Thou dost belle him , Percy , thou dost belie him ; He never did encounter with Glendower : 15 I tell thee , He durst as well have met the devil alone As Owen Glendower for an enemy . Art thou not ashamed ? But , sirrah , henceforth Let ...
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Page 71 - 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 in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Page 36 - There is a thing, Harry, which thou hast often heard of and it is known to many in our land by the name of pitch : this pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the company thou keepest...
Page 29 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife " Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.
Page 4 - Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us, that are squires of the night's body, be called thieves of the day's beauty : let us be — Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon : And let men say, we be men of good government; being governed as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we — steal.
Page 9 - 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 ; And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Page 60 - 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 33 - 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.
Page 10 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Page 15 - To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! War.
Page 9 - 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.