The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Volumul 4Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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Pagina 14
... enemy . Art not ashamed ? But , sirrah , henceforth Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer : Send me your prisoners with the speediest means , Or you shall hear in such a kind from me [ him , As will displease you . - My lord ...
... enemy . Art not ashamed ? But , sirrah , henceforth Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer : Send me your prisoners with the speediest means , Or you shall hear in such a kind from me [ him , As will displease you . - My lord ...
Pagina 54
... foes , Which art my near'st and dearest enemy ? Thou that art like enough , through vassal fear , Base inclination , and the start of spleen , - To fight against me under Percy's pay , To dog 54 ACT 3 . FIRST PART OF.
... foes , Which art my near'st and dearest enemy ? Thou that art like enough , through vassal fear , Base inclination , and the start of spleen , - To fight against me under Percy's pay , To dog 54 ACT 3 . FIRST PART OF.
Pagina 69
... enemy In general , journey - bated , and brought low ; The better part of ours are full of rest . Wor . The number of the king exceedeth ours : For God's sake , cousin , stay till all come in . [ The Trumpet sounds a Parley . Enter SIR ...
... enemy In general , journey - bated , and brought low ; The better part of ours are full of rest . Wor . The number of the king exceedeth ours : For God's sake , cousin , stay till all come in . [ The Trumpet sounds a Parley . Enter SIR ...
Pagina 16
... it too common . If you will needs say , I am an old man , you should give me rest . I would to God , my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is . I were better to be eaten to death with rust , than 16 ACT 1 . SECOND PART OF.
... it too common . If you will needs say , I am an old man , you should give me rest . I would to God , my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is . I were better to be eaten to death with rust , than 16 ACT 1 . SECOND PART OF.
Pagina 53
... enemy : the foe - man may with as great aim level at the edge of a penknife : And , for a retreat , -how swiftly will this Feeble , the woman's tailor , run off ! O , give me the spare men , and spare me the great ones . -Put me a ...
... enemy : the foe - man may with as great aim level at the edge of a penknife : And , for a retreat , -how swiftly will this Feeble , the woman's tailor , run off ! O , give me the spare men , and spare me the great ones . -Put me a ...
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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...