The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumul 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pagina 6
... soldier now , under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engag'd to fight , ) Forthwith a power of English shall we levy ; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers ' womb , To chase these pagans , in those holy fields , Over whose ...
... soldier now , under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engag'd to fight , ) Forthwith a power of English shall we levy ; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers ' womb , To chase these pagans , in those holy fields , Over whose ...
Pagina 17
... soldiers bore dead bodies by , He call'd them - untaught knaves , unmannerly , To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest demanded My ...
... soldiers bore dead bodies by , He call'd them - untaught knaves , unmannerly , To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest demanded My ...
Pagina 18
... soldier . This bald unjointed chat of his , my lord , I answer'd indirectly , as I said ; And , I beseech you , let not his report Come current for an accusation , Betwixt my love and your high majesty . Blunt . The circumstance ...
... soldier . This bald unjointed chat of his , my lord , I answer'd indirectly , as I said ; And , I beseech you , let not his report Come current for an accusation , Betwixt my love and your high majesty . Blunt . The circumstance ...
Pagina 36
... soldiers slain , And all the ' currents of a heady fight . Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war , And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep , That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow , Like bubbles in a late - disturbed ...
... soldiers slain , And all the ' currents of a heady fight . Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war , And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep , That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow , Like bubbles in a late - disturbed ...
Pagina 63
... soldier too , she'll to the wars . Mort . Good father , tell her , that she , and my aunt Percy , Shall follow in your conduct speedily . [ GLENDOWER speaks to his Daughter in Welsh , and she answers him in the same . Glend . She's ...
... soldier too , she'll to the wars . Mort . Good father , tell her , that she , and my aunt Percy , Shall follow in your conduct speedily . [ GLENDOWER speaks to his Daughter in Welsh , and she answers him in the same . Glend . She's ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Archbishop of York arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Blunt brother captain Colevile Constable of France cousin crown Davy dead devil dost doth Douglas duke duke of Burgundy earl Eastcheap England English Enter King HENRY Exeunt Exit Falstaff father fear Fluellen France French friends give Glend Glendower GLOSTER grace Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Hostess HOTSPUR i'faith Jack Kate Kath knave Lady liege look lord majesty master Shallow Mortimer Mowb never night noble Northumberland numbers peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray Prince JOHN prince of Wales rascal Re-enter rogue sack SCENE Scroop Shal sir John sir John Falstaff soldier speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue unto villain Westmoreland wilt
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Pagina 169 - 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 ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great...
Pagina 169 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, 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...
Pagina 83 - 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.
Pagina 279 - 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.
Pagina 108 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Pagina 98 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Pagina 169 - ning clamour 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?
Pagina 279 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Pagina 241 - 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 ? O, pardon!
Pagina 341 - 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.