The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 3±Ç |
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7 ÆäÀÌÁö
Let ' s to the altar : — Heralds , wait on us :Instead of gold , we ' ll offer up our
arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry ' s dead . Posterity , await for
wretched years , When at their mothers ' moist eyes babes shall suck ; Our isle be
made a ...
Let ' s to the altar : — Heralds , wait on us :Instead of gold , we ' ll offer up our
arms ; Since arms avail not , now that Henry ' s dead . Posterity , await for
wretched years , When at their mothers ' moist eyes babes shall suck ; Our isle be
made a ...
167 ÆäÀÌÁö
This devil here shall be my substitute ; For that John Mortimer , which now is
dead , In face , in gait , in speech , he doth resemble : By this I shall perceive the
commons ' mind , How they affect the house and claim of York . Say , he be taken
...
This devil here shall be my substitute ; For that John Mortimer , which now is
dead , In face , in gait , in speech , he doth resemble : By this I shall perceive the
commons ' mind , How they affect the house and claim of York . Say , he be taken
...
169 ÆäÀÌÁö
K . Hen . I thank thee , Margaret ; these words content me much .Re - enter
SUFFOLK . How now ? why look ' st thou pale ? why tremblest thou ? Where is
our uncle ? what is the matter , Suffolk ? Suf . Dead in his bed , my lord ; Gloster is
dead .
K . Hen . I thank thee , Margaret ; these words content me much .Re - enter
SUFFOLK . How now ? why look ' st thou pale ? why tremblest thou ? Where is
our uncle ? what is the matter , Suffolk ? Suf . Dead in his bed , my lord ; Gloster is
dead .
173 ÆäÀÌÁö
The folding Doors of an inner Chamber are thrown open , and Gloster is
discovered dead in his Bed : WARWICK and Others standing by it . War . Come
hither , gracious sovereign , view this body . K . Hen . That is to see how deep my
grave is ...
The folding Doors of an inner Chamber are thrown open , and Gloster is
discovered dead in his Bed : WARWICK and Others standing by it . War . Come
hither , gracious sovereign , view this body . K . Hen . That is to see how deep my
grave is ...
272 ÆäÀÌÁö
Enter a Son that has killed his Father , dragging in the dead Body . Son . Ill blows
the wind , that profits no - bodyThis man , whom hand to hand I slew in fight , May
be possessed with some store of crowns : And I , that haply take them from him ...
Enter a Son that has killed his Father , dragging in the dead Body . Son . Ill blows
the wind , that profits no - bodyThis man , whom hand to hand I slew in fight , May
be possessed with some store of crowns : And I , that haply take them from him ...
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Alarum arms bear better blood body brave brother Cade Char Charles Clarence Clif Clifford command crown dead death doth duke earl Edward enemies England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight foes follow Forces France French friends give Gloster grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hence Henry's highness hold honour hope I'll John keep King Henry lady leave live look lord majesty Margaret master means never noble once peace poor prince prisoner protector queen rest Rich Richard Salisbury SCENE shalt shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stand stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou thou art thought thousand towns traitor treason true uncle unto Warwick yield York
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337 ÆäÀÌÁö - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night ! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death ! Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - Will I upon thy party wear this rose. And here I prophesy, — this brawl to-day , Grown to this faction in the Temple garden, Shall send , between the red rose and the white , A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
191 ÆäÀÌÁö - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny : the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony, to drink small beer : all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfry go to grass.