Henry VJames Forsyth, Leadenhall Street, and John Greig, High Street, Edinburgh, 1811 |
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الصفحة 65
... ne'er the wiser . K. Hen . If I live to see it , I will never trust his word after . Will . ' Mass , you'll pay him then ! That's a peri- lous shot out of an elder gun , that a poor and private displeasure can do against a monarch ! you ...
... ne'er the wiser . K. Hen . If I live to see it , I will never trust his word after . Will . ' Mass , you'll pay him then ! That's a peri- lous shot out of an elder gun , that a poor and private displeasure can do against a monarch ! you ...
الصفحة 73
... ne'er go by , From this day to the ending of the world , But we in it shall be remembered : 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 ...
... ne'er go by , From this day to the ending of the world , But we in it shall be remembered : 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 ...
الصفحة 89
... ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men . [ Exeunt . ACT V. Enter CHORUS . Chor . Vouchsafe to those SCENE VIII . KING HENRY V. 89.
... ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men . [ Exeunt . ACT V. Enter CHORUS . Chor . Vouchsafe to those SCENE VIII . KING HENRY V. 89.
الصفحة 111
... ne'er lost a king of so much worth . Glo . England ne'er had a king , until his time . Virtue he had , deserving to command ; His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams ; His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings ; His ...
... ne'er lost a king of so much worth . Glo . England ne'er had a king , until his time . Virtue he had , deserving to command ; His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams ; His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings ; His ...
الصفحة 112
... ne'er lift up his hand , but conquered . Exe . We mourn in black ; Why mourn we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and ... er we like , thou art protector ; And lookest to command the prince , and realm . Thy wife is proud ; she ...
... ne'er lift up his hand , but conquered . Exe . We mourn in black ; Why mourn we not in blood ? Henry is dead , and ... er we like , thou art protector ; And lookest to command the prince , and realm . Thy wife is proud ; she ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alarum Alençon arms art thou bear blood brave brother Burgundy Cade canst Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward enemy England English Enter King HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace gracious Grey hand Harfleur hath head hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath lady liege live look lord lord protector madam majesty Mess ne'er never night noble peace Pist Plantagenet prince protector Pucelle Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor uncle unto valiant Warwick wilt words
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الصفحة 73 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
الصفحة 3 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarch.s to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
الصفحة 36 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
الصفحة 3 - 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?
الصفحة 347 - So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself ; So many days my ewes have been with young ; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
الصفحة 91 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, — Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As, in good time, he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit To welcome him ! much more (and much more cause) Did they this Harry.
الصفحة 143 - 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.
الصفحة 346 - 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...
الصفحة 28 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
الصفحة 13 - 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 ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...