The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, Volumul 4J. Tonson, 1714 |
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Pagina 8
... Sword : And that the King , before the Dowglass Rage , Stoop'd his anointed Head , as low as Death . This have I rumour'd through the Peasant Towns , Between the Royal Field of Shrewsbury , And this Worm - eaten hole of ragged Stone ...
... Sword : And that the King , before the Dowglass Rage , Stoop'd his anointed Head , as low as Death . This have I rumour'd through the Peasant Towns , Between the Royal Field of Shrewsbury , And this Worm - eaten hole of ragged Stone ...
Pagina 12
... Sword Had three times flain th ' Appearance of the King , ' Gan vail his Stomach , and did grace the Shame Of those that turn'd their Backs : and in his flight , Stumbling in Fear , was took . The fum of all , Is , that the King hath ...
... Sword Had three times flain th ' Appearance of the King , ' Gan vail his Stomach , and did grace the Shame Of those that turn'd their Backs : and in his flight , Stumbling in Fear , was took . The fum of all , Is , that the King hath ...
Pagina 39
... Swords Hoft . Here's good Stuff toward . Fal . Give me my Rapier , Boy . Dol . I prithee , Jack , I prithee do not draw . Fal . Get you down Stairs . [ Drawing , and driving Piftol out . Hoft . Here's a goodly Tumult ; I'll forfwear ...
... Swords Hoft . Here's good Stuff toward . Fal . Give me my Rapier , Boy . Dol . I prithee , Jack , I prithee do not draw . Fal . Get you down Stairs . [ Drawing , and driving Piftol out . Hoft . Here's a goodly Tumult ; I'll forfwear ...
Pagina 43
... Sword , and Cloak : Faltaff , good Night . [ Exit Fal . Now comes in the fweeteft Morfel of the Night , and we must hence , and leave it unpickt . More knocking at the Door ? How now ? what's the matter ? Bard . You must away to the ...
... Sword , and Cloak : Faltaff , good Night . [ Exit Fal . Now comes in the fweeteft Morfel of the Night , and we must hence , and leave it unpickt . More knocking at the Door ? How now ? what's the matter ? Bard . You must away to the ...
Pagina 48
... Sword Man How doth the good Knight ? May I ask , how my Lady his Wife doth ? Bard Sir . Pardon , a Soldier is better Accommodated , than with a Wife . Shal . It is well faid , Sir ; and it is well faid indeed , too : Better accommodated ...
... Sword Man How doth the good Knight ? May I ask , how my Lady his Wife doth ? Bard Sir . Pardon , a Soldier is better Accommodated , than with a Wife . Shal . It is well faid , Sir ; and it is well faid indeed , too : Better accommodated ...
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Pasaje populare
Pagina 103 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Pagina 66 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Pagina 151 - 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...
Pagina 44 - 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. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Pagina 103 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Pagina 367 - So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Pagina 367 - 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...
Pagina 150 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Pagina 122 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Pagina 165 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him I much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.