The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Volumul 4Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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Pagina 8
... better than one of the wicked . I must give over this life , and I will give it over ; by the Lord , an I do not , I am a villain ; I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom . P. Hen . Where shall we take a purse to - morrow ...
... better than one of the wicked . I must give over this life , and I will give it over ; by the Lord , an I do not , I am a villain ; I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom . P. Hen . Where shall we take a purse to - morrow ...
Pagina 11
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Pagina 18
... better temper'd to attend . North . Why , what a wasp - stung and impatient fool Art thou , to break into this woman's mood ; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own ? Hot . Why , look you , I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods ...
... better temper'd to attend . North . Why , what a wasp - stung and impatient fool Art thou , to break into this woman's mood ; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own ? Hot . Why , look you , I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods ...
Pagina 21
... better bit than I have been since the first cock . 2 Car . Why , they will allow us ne'er a jorden , and then we leak in your chimney ; and your chamber - lie breeds fleas like a loach . 1 Car . What , ostler ! come away , and be hanged ...
... better bit than I have been since the first cock . 2 Car . Why , they will allow us ne'er a jorden , and then we leak in your chimney ; and your chamber - lie breeds fleas like a loach . 1 Car . What , ostler ! come away , and be hanged ...
Pagina 26
... better than he loves our house . Let me see some more . The purpose you under- take , is dangerous ; -Why , that's certain ; ' tis dangerous to take a cold , to sleep , to drink : but I tell you , my lord fool , out of this nettle ...
... better than he loves our house . Let me see some more . The purpose you under- take , is dangerous ; -Why , that's certain ; ' tis dangerous to take a cold , to sleep , to drink : but I tell you , my lord fool , out of this nettle ...
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Alarum arms art thou Bard Bardolph bear blood Cade canst captain cousin crown dauphin dead death Doll dost doth duke duke of Burgundy duke of York earl England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur Harry hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Jack Cade Kath lady liege live look lord lord protector majesty master Mortimer ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Pucelle queen Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Shal Shallow shame sir John sir John Falstaff Sirrah soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto valiant Warwick Westmoreland word York
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Pagina 94 - 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?
Pagina 39 - 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 77 - 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 60 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian: " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Pagina 38 - 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 48 - I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry : 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
Pagina 68 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm; in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Pagina 41 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; Banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish...
Pagina 21 - 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 12 - twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took 't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...