The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volumul 5 |
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Pagina 106
... John of Gaunt , Duke of Lancaster ; Uncles to the King . Henry , surnamed Bolingbroke , Duke of Hereford , Son to John of Gaunt ; afterwards King Henry IV . Duke of Aumerle , ' Son to the Duke of York . Mowbray , Duke of Norfolk ...
... John of Gaunt , Duke of Lancaster ; Uncles to the King . Henry , surnamed Bolingbroke , Duke of Hereford , Son to John of Gaunt ; afterwards King Henry IV . Duke of Aumerle , ' Son to the Duke of York . Mowbray , Duke of Norfolk ...
Pagina 107
... JOHN of GAUNT , and other Nobles , with him . K. Rich . Old John of Gaunt , time - honour'd Lancaster , Hast thou , according to thy oath and band , ' Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; Here to make good the boisterous late ...
... JOHN of GAUNT , and other Nobles , with him . K. Rich . Old John of Gaunt , time - honour'd Lancaster , Hast thou , according to thy oath and band , ' Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; Here to make good the boisterous late ...
Pagina 120
... John of Gaunt , Even in the lusty ' haviour of his son . Gaunt . Heaven in thy good cause make thee prosperous ! Be swift like lightning in the execution ; And let thy blows , doubly redoubled , Fall like amazing thunder on the casque1 ...
... John of Gaunt , Even in the lusty ' haviour of his son . Gaunt . Heaven in thy good cause make thee prosperous ! Be swift like lightning in the execution ; And let thy blows , doubly redoubled , Fall like amazing thunder on the casque1 ...
Pagina 130
... John of Gaunt is grievous sick , my lord ; Suddenly taken ; and hath sent post - haste , To entreat your majesty to visit him . 6 the tribute of his supple knee , ] To illustrate this phrase , it should be remembered that courtesying ...
... John of Gaunt is grievous sick , my lord ; Suddenly taken ; and hath sent post - haste , To entreat your majesty to visit him . 6 the tribute of his supple knee , ] To illustrate this phrase , it should be remembered that courtesying ...
Pagina 247
... John Paunch ? Fal . Indeed , I am not John of Gaunt , your grandfather ; but yet no coward , Hal . P. Hen . Well , we leave that to the proof . Poins . Sirrah Jack , thy horse stands behind the hedge ; when thou needest him , there thou ...
... John Paunch ? Fal . Indeed , I am not John of Gaunt , your grandfather ; but yet no coward , Hal . P. Hen . Well , we leave that to the proof . Poins . Sirrah Jack , thy horse stands behind the hedge ; when thou needest him , there thou ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Colevile Const cousin crown dead death doth Duch duke duke of Hereford Earl Eastcheap England Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear France friends Gaunt give Glend Glendower grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Hotspur Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King Henry King John King Richard Lady Lancaster land liege live look lord majesty master never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Percy Pist play Poins pray prince Prince JOHN prince of Wales Queen Rich SCENE Shakspeare Shal Shallow shame sir John sir John Falstaff soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle villain Westmoreland wilt word York
Pasaje populare
Pagina 313 - 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 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pagina 385 - 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?
Pagina 163 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; 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...
Pagina 385 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
Pagina 228 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Pagina 64 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb ; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Pagina 226 - And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Pagina 195 - And thus still doing, thus he passed along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Pagina 260 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Pagina 226 - 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.