The Works of William Shakespeare: First part of King Henry VI. Second part of King Henry VI. Third part of King Henry VI. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... alarum ! we will rush on them . Now for the honour of the forlorn ( 16 ) French ! - Him I forgive my death that killeth me When he sees me go back one foot or flee . ( 17 ) [ Exeunt . Alarums ; excursions ; afterwards a retreat . Re ...
... alarum ! we will rush on them . Now for the honour of the forlorn ( 16 ) French ! - Him I forgive my death that killeth me When he sees me go back one foot or flee . ( 17 ) [ Exeunt . Alarums ; excursions ; afterwards a retreat . Re ...
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... alarum . What stir is this ? what tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum and this ( 49 ) noise ? Enter a Messenger . Mess . My lord , my lord , the French have gather'd head : The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join ...
... alarum . What stir is this ? what tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum and this ( 49 ) noise ? Enter a Messenger . Mess . My lord , my lord , the French have gather'd head : The Dauphin , with one Joan la Pucelle join ...
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... Alarums . Skirmishings . Enter TALBOT , pursuing the Dauphin , drives him in , and exit : then enter LA PUCELLE , driving Englishmen before her , and exit after them : then re - enter TALBOT . Tal . Where is my strength , my valour ...
... Alarums . Skirmishings . Enter TALBOT , pursuing the Dauphin , drives him in , and exit : then enter LA PUCELLE , driving Englishmen before her , and exit after them : then re - enter TALBOT . Tal . Where is my strength , my valour ...
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... alarum . Hark , countrymen ! either renew the fight , Or tear the lions out of England's coat ; Renounce your soil , give sheep in lions ' stead : Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf , ( 52 ) Or horse or oxen from the leopard ...
... alarum . Hark , countrymen ! either renew the fight , Or tear the lions out of England's coat ; Renounce your soil , give sheep in lions ' stead : Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf , ( 52 ) Or horse or oxen from the leopard ...
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... ' Twas time , I trow , to wake and leave our beds , Hearing alarums at our chamber - doors . Alen . Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms , Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise More venturous or SCENE 1. ] 23 KING HENRY VI .
... ' Twas time , I trow , to wake and leave our beds , Hearing alarums at our chamber - doors . Alen . Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms , Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise More venturous or SCENE 1. ] 23 KING HENRY VI .
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Alarums Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Capell cardinal Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Collier's Corrector crown death doth Duch Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Exam Exeunt Exit eyes Fair lords farewell father fear fight France friends Gent give Gloster grace gracious hand Hanmer hath hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath King Henry lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty Malone Margaret Murd ne'er night noble peace Plantagenet play pray prince quartos queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE second folio Shakespeare soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak speech Steevens Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art Tower traitor True Tragedie uncle unto W. N. Lettsom Walker Crit Warwick words
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Page 571 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Page 266 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 544 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 541 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 170 - Cade. Be brave, then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny ; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer...
Page 265 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must...
Page 543 - O my lord! Must I then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Page 374 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 571 - Who from the sacred ashes of her honour Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, And so stand fix'd. Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him : Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations : he shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him. Our children's children Shall see this, and...
Page 30 - So clear, so shining and so evident That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Plan. Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak, In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : Let him that is a true-born gentleman And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth. From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. 30 Som. Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.