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Alarum arms art thou Bard Bardolph Bast bear blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Cade captain cousin crown Dauphin dead death dost doth duke duke of Burgundy duke of York earl England Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff farewell father Faulconbridge fear fool France French friends give Gloster grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour Jack Cade KING HENRY knave lady Leon liege live look lord Madam majesty Malvolio marry master ne'er never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Percy Pist Poins pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Reignier Rich RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE Shal shame Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir John soldiers Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword Talbot tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick wilt word York
第459页 - 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.
第359页 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while 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.
第129页 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.
第317页 - All murder'd— for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king!
第505页 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder : Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...