The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volumul 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 pagini |
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Pagina 51
... Poins ; he is of too high a region , he knows too much . No , he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance : if he take her , let him take her simply ; the wealth I have waits on my consent , and my consent ...
... Poins ; he is of too high a region , he knows too much . No , he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance : if he take her , let him take her simply ; the wealth I have waits on my consent , and my consent ...
Pagina 371
... Poins . Gadshill . Peto . Bardolph . friends to the king . Lady Percy , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . Lady Mortimer , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . Mrs. Quickly , hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap . Lords ...
... Poins . Gadshill . Peto . Bardolph . friends to the king . Lady Percy , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . Lady Mortimer , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . Mrs. Quickly , hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap . Lords ...
Pagina 373
... Poins , at a distance . Fal . Why , Hal , ' tis my vocation , Hal ; ' tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation . Poins ! -Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match . O , if men were to be saved by merit , what hole in hell ...
... Poins , at a distance . Fal . Why , Hal , ' tis my vocation , Hal ; ' tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation . Poins ! -Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match . O , if men were to be saved by merit , what hole in hell ...
Pagina 376
... Poins ; Bardolph and Peto , at some dis tance . Poins . Come , shelter , shelter ; I have removed Fal staff's horse , and he frets like a gummed yelyet . P. Hen . Stand close . Enter Falstaff . Fal 376 FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV .
... Poins ; Bardolph and Peto , at some dis tance . Poins . Come , shelter , shelter ; I have removed Fal staff's horse , and he frets like a gummed yelyet . P. Hen . Stand close . Enter Falstaff . Fal 376 FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV .
Pagina 377
... Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal ; What a brawling dost thou keep ? Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? P. Hen . He is walked up to the top of the hill ; I'll go seek him . [ Pretends to seek Poins ...
... Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal ; What a brawling dost thou keep ? Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? P. Hen . He is walked up to the top of the hill ; I'll go seek him . [ Pretends to seek Poins ...
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Pagina 224 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Pagina 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pagina 448 - 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...
Pagina 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Pagina 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Pagina 414 - 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 448 - 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; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Pagina 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Pagina 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Pagina 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...