The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volumul 4H. Lintott, 1740 |
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Pagina 217
... Pift . Save you , Sir John . Fal . Welcome , ancient Piflol . Here , Piftol , I charge you with a cup of fack : do you difcharge upon mine hoftess . Pift . I will difcharge upon her , Sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is Piftol ...
... Pift . Save you , Sir John . Fal . Welcome , ancient Piflol . Here , Piftol , I charge you with a cup of fack : do you difcharge upon mine hoftess . Pift . I will difcharge upon her , Sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is Piftol ...
Pagina 218
... Pift . I know you , Mistress Dorothy . Dol . Away , you cut - purfe rafcal , you filthy bung , away : by this wine , I'll thruft my knife in your mouldy chaps , if you play the fawcy cuttle with me . Away , you bottle - ale rafcal , you ...
... Pift . I know you , Mistress Dorothy . Dol . Away , you cut - purfe rafcal , you filthy bung , away : by this wine , I'll thruft my knife in your mouldy chaps , if you play the fawcy cuttle with me . Away , you bottle - ale rafcal , you ...
Pagina 219
... Pift . Then feed , and be fat , my fair Calipolis ; come , give me fome fack . Si fortuna me tormente , fperato me ... Pift . Pift . ( 11 ) Sweet knight , I kifs King HENRY IV . 219.
... Pift . Then feed , and be fat , my fair Calipolis ; come , give me fome fack . Si fortuna me tormente , fperato me ... Pift . Pift . ( 11 ) Sweet knight , I kifs King HENRY IV . 219.
Pagina 220
... Pift . ( 11 ) Sweet knight , I kifs thy neif : what ! we have feen the seven stars . Dol . Thruft him down ftairs , I cannot endure fuch a fuftian rafcal . Pift . Thrust him down Stairs ? know we not gallo- way nags ? ? Fal . Quoit him ...
... Pift . ( 11 ) Sweet knight , I kifs thy neif : what ! we have feen the seven stars . Dol . Thruft him down ftairs , I cannot endure fuch a fuftian rafcal . Pift . Thrust him down Stairs ? know we not gallo- way nags ? ? Fal . Quoit him ...
Pagina 272
... Pift . Sir John , ' fave you , Sir . Fal . What wind blew you hither , Piftol ? Pift . Not the ill wind which blows no man good , fweet Knight thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realm . Sil . Indeed , I think he be , but ...
... Pift . Sir John , ' fave you , Sir . Fal . What wind blew you hither , Piftol ? Pift . Not the ill wind which blows no man good , fweet Knight thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realm . Sil . Indeed , I think he be , but ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and ..., Volumul 4 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1773 |
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Pagina 104 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
Pagina 272 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Pagina 222 - 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...
Pagina 23 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Pagina 334 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Pagina 224 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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.
Pagina 165 - 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 99 - 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...
Pagina 52 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
Pagina 223 - 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.