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arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Blunt Bolingbroke brother called Capell Ch.Just Colevile Collier's second folio cousin Davy death Doll dost doth Douglas drink Dyce Earl Earl of Fife Earl of March Eastcheap Exeunt Exit father fear friends give Glend Glendower Grace Harry hath head hear heart Holinshed honour horse Host Hostess Hotspur i'faith Jack King Henry Lady Lancaster lord Majesty Master Shallow means merry Mortimer Mowb never night noble Northumberland old text peace Percy Peto phrase Pist Pistol play Poet Pointz pr'ythee pray Prince Henry Prince of Wales quarto rascal Re-enter rogue sack Scene Scot sense Shakespeare Shal Shrewsbury Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir John Oldcastle Sirrah speak speech sweet sword tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast tongue villain Wales Westmoreland William Gascoigne wilt Worcester word
Page 207 - 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 65 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Page 103 - 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 255 - God knows, my son, By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways I met this crown ; and I myself know well H.OW troublesome it sat upon my head. To thee it shall descend with better quiet, Better opinion, better confirmation ; For all the soil of the achievement goes With me into the earth.
Page 208 - 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 deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes...
Page 208 - 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 ? 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.
Page 24 - 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, trimly...
Page 21 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile 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.