The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pagina 56
... son of utter darkness . When thou rann'st up Gads - bill in the night to catch my horfe , if I did not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus , or a ball of wild- fire , there's no purchase in mony . O , thou art a perpe- tual triumph ...
... son of utter darkness . When thou rann'st up Gads - bill in the night to catch my horfe , if I did not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus , or a ball of wild- fire , there's no purchase in mony . O , thou art a perpe- tual triumph ...
Pagina 129
... mon Shadow ? Fal . Ay marry , let me have him to fit under : he's like to be a cold foldier . Shal . Where's Shadow ? Shad . Here , Sir . Fal . Shadow , whose son art thou ? Sbad . Shad . My mother's fon , Sir . Fal . King HENRY IV . 129.
... mon Shadow ? Fal . Ay marry , let me have him to fit under : he's like to be a cold foldier . Shal . Where's Shadow ? Shad . Here , Sir . Fal . Shadow , whose son art thou ? Sbad . Shad . My mother's fon , Sir . Fal . King HENRY IV . 129.
Pagina 162
... son : Hear your own dignity fo much prophan'd ; See your moft dreadful laws fo loofely flighted ; Behold your felf fo by a fon difdain'd : And then imagine me taking your part , And in your pow'r foft filencing your fon . After this ...
... son : Hear your own dignity fo much prophan'd ; See your moft dreadful laws fo loofely flighted ; Behold your felf fo by a fon difdain'd : And then imagine me taking your part , And in your pow'r foft filencing your fon . After this ...
Pagina 226
... son , nor the master of his fervant ; for they purpose not their death when they purpose their fervices . Befides , there is no King , be his caufe never fo fpotlefs , if it come to the arbitrement of fwords , can try it out with all ...
... son , nor the master of his fervant ; for they purpose not their death when they purpose their fervices . Befides , there is no King , be his caufe never fo fpotlefs , if it come to the arbitrement of fwords , can try it out with all ...
Pagina 262
... Son . RICHARD PLANTAGENET , afterwards Duke of York . MORTIMER , Earl of March . Sir JOHN FALSTAFF . WOODVILE , Lieutenant of the Tower . Lord Mayor of LONDON . VERNON , of the White Rofe , or York Faction . BASSET , of the Red Rofe ...
... Son . RICHARD PLANTAGENET , afterwards Duke of York . MORTIMER , Earl of March . Sir JOHN FALSTAFF . WOODVILE , Lieutenant of the Tower . Lord Mayor of LONDON . VERNON , of the White Rofe , or York Faction . BASSET , of the Red Rofe ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
againſt anſwer art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph blood captain coufin crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit fack faid Falstaff father fave fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould fight fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King Henry Lord Lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift Piftol pleaſe Poins pow'r pr'ythee prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon Reignier Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf Shal ſhall Sir John Sir John Falstaff ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Weft Westmorland whofe Whoſe wilt York
Pasaje populare
Pagina 231 - 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...
Pagina 245 - 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 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!
Pagina 122 - With deaf'ning clamours 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 ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pagina 195 - 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...
Pagina 230 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Pagina 74 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pagina 123 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Pagina 14 - 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 146 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Pagina 183 - 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, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.