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Anon arms battle bear better blood Blunt bound brother character charge cloth comes containing Continued cousin coward crown death devil doth Douglas Earl Edited England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith Falstaff father fear fight four Francis friends give Glend Glendower grace hand hanged Harry hath head hear heart Henry History hold honour horse Host Hotspur hour I'll Illustrations Introduction Jack keep king Lady leave live London look lord March meaning meet Mortimer never noble North Notes Percy person play Poins present Price Prince Prince of Wales sack SCENE SCHOOL seen Shakespeare Sir John speak Special stand sweet syllable tell thee thing thou art thou hast true Worcester young
Page 91 - 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.
Page 76 - 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 48 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned ; if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins ; but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
Page 101 - I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh : — But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
Page 42 - 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 13 - Took it in snuff ; and still he smiled and talk'd, And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Page 46 - I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion ; but chiefly, a villainous trick of thine eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me. If, then, thou be son to me, here lies the point : — Why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at ? Shall the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher, and eat blackberries ? a question not to be asked.
Page 53 - Why, so can I, or so can any man ; But will they come when you do call for them ? Glend.