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Archbishop Archbishop of York bear beseech blood brother Bullcalf called captain Chief-Justice Clarence Clarke Colevile court cousin crown Davy dead death Doll doth Drawer earl earl marshall earl of Northumberland early eds Enter Exeunt faith father fear Feeble folio follow friends give Gloucester grace grief hand Harry Hastings hath heaven Henry IV Holinshed honour Hostess humour instance Jerusalem Chamber John of Lancaster Johnson Justice K.John King Henry king's knight look Lord Bardolph Lord Hastings Macb Malone Master Shallow merry Mouldy Mowbray noble Northumberland peace Pistol play Poins pray prick Prince John quarto rascal remarks Rich rogue royal Scene Schmidt Shakespeare Shrewsbury sick Silence Sir Dagonet Sir John Falstaff speak speech Steevens quotes swaggerers sweet sword syllable tell Temp thee thine thing thou art tongue unto Verplanck verse Warwick Westmoreland Whole whoreson word
Page 111 - A good sherris-sack hath a two-fold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain ; dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it ; makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble fiery and delectable shapes ; which, delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.
Page 79 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie in treasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time ; And, by the necessary form of this, King Richard might create a perfect guess.
Page 76 - O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 77 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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.
Page 126 - Therefore, my Harry, Be it thy course to busy giddy minds With foreign quarrels, that action, hence borne out, May waste the memory of the former days.
Page 77 - 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...
Page 82 - tis certain ; very sure, very sure : death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all ; all shall die.
Page 32 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me ; the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented on me : I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the prince put thee into my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then I have no judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be...