The Works of William Shakspeare, Volumul 3C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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Pagina 10
... master Says , that you savour too much of your youth ; And bids you be advised , there's nought in France , That can be with a nimble galliard * won ; You cannot revel into dukedoms there : He therefore sends you , meeter for your ...
... master Says , that you savour too much of your youth ; And bids you be advised , there's nought in France , That can be with a nimble galliard * won ; You cannot revel into dukedoms there : He therefore sends you , meeter for your ...
Pagina 13
... master , and you , hostess ; he is very sick , and would to bed . — Good Bardolph , * Par Dieu ! + Breathe your last . † The name of a demon . § Blood - hound . put thy nose between his sheets , and do the SCENE 1. ] 13 KING HENRY V.
... master , and you , hostess ; he is very sick , and would to bed . — Good Bardolph , * Par Dieu ! + Breathe your last . † The name of a demon . § Blood - hound . put thy nose between his sheets , and do the SCENE 1. ] 13 KING HENRY V.
Pagina 33
... master of the pridge : I can tell your majesty , the duke is a prave man . K. Hen . What men have you lost , Fluellen ? Flu . The perdition of th ' athversary hath been very great , very reasonable great : marry , for my part , I think ...
... master of the pridge : I can tell your majesty , the duke is a prave man . K. Hen . What men have you lost , Fluellen ? Flu . The perdition of th ' athversary hath been very great , very reasonable great : marry , for my part , I think ...
Pagina 34
... master ; so much my office . K. Hen . What is thy name ? I know thy quality . Mont . Montjoy . K. Hen . Thou dost thy office fairly . Turn thee back ; And tell thy king , -I do not seek him now ; But could be willing to march on to ...
... master ; so much my office . K. Hen . What is thy name ? I know thy quality . Mont . Montjoy . K. Hen . Thou dost thy office fairly . Turn thee back ; And tell thy king , -I do not seek him now ; But could be willing to march on to ...
Pagina 42
... master's command , transporting a sum of money , be assailed by robbers , and die in many irreconciled iniquities , you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation : -But this is not so : the king is not ...
... master's command , transporting a sum of money , be assailed by robbers , and die in many irreconciled iniquities , you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation : -But this is not so : the king is not ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alarum arms Aufidius bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade cardinal Clar Clarence Clif Clifford COMINIUS Coriolanus Cres crown death Diomed doth Duch duke duke of York earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fight France French friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour house of Lancaster Jack Cade Kath KING HENRY lady live look lord LORD CHAMBERLAIN Madam majesty Marcius Murd ne'er never noble PANDARUS Patroclus peace Pist pray prince queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Rome Saint Albans SCENE shalt shame soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee Ther thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor Troilus Ulyss uncle unto Warwick words York
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Pagina 454 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Pagina 265 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Pagina 47 - And say — 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. Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day :• Then shall our names, Familiar in...
Pagina 47 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Pagina 38 - 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 : Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation...
Pagina 19 - I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God! three or four times : now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a...
Pagina 391 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pagina 255 - My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me ; and, of all my lands, Is nothing left me, but my body's length ! Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Pagina 223 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! How sweet ! How lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes, it doth; a thousand fold it doth.
Pagina 222 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.