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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare Consisting of His Plays and Poems
Visualização integral - 1863
Alarum ALENÇON arms BARDOLPH BEDFORD blood brave brother BUCKINGHAM BURGUNDY CADE canst Captain CARDINAL CHARLES CLARENCE CLIFFORD CONSTABLE crown Dauphin death doth DUCHESS Duke of Burgundy Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Earl England English Enter KING HENRY EXETER Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight FLUELLEN France French friends give GLOUCESTER GOWER Grace hand Harfleur hath hear heart heaven Henry the Fifth Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade JOAN LA PUCELLE Kate KATHARINE KING EDWARD KING LEWIS LADY GREY liege lord madam majesty MESSENGER ne'er never night noble ORLEANS peace PISTOL PLANTAGENET play prince QUEEN MARGARET REIGNIER Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SALISBURY SCENE Shakespeare shame SIMPCOX soldiers SOMERSET soul sovereign speak SUFFOLK sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor unto valiant WARWICK wilt WINCHESTER words
Página 41 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; 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.
Página 11 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object : can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt...
Página 74 - 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...
Página 41 - 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. 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!
Página 73 - 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.
Página 41 - 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.
Página 122 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Página 34 - 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 turning o' the tide ; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Página 20 - 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...