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The Aldus Shakespeare: With Copious Notes and Comments, Zväzok 6
Úplné zobrazenie - 1909
The Aldus Shakespeare: With Copious Notes and Comments, Zväzok 27
Úplné zobrazenie - 1909
Anon arms battle bear better blood Blunt brother character charge comes cousin crown death devil doth Douglas Earl English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face faith Falstaff father fear fight force four Francis give given Glendower grace hand hanged Harry hast hath head hear heart Henry Holinshed honor horse Host Hotspur Jack John keep kind king Lady leave live look lord March matter means meet Mortimer nature never night noble Percy perhaps person play Poins Prince Prince of Wales prisoners probably Quarto reason rest Richard sack SCENE Scot seems Shakespeare Shrewsbury Sir John speak spirit stand sweet taken tell term thee thing thou art thought thousand true truth turn Worcester
Strana 23 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Strana 141 - I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh : But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool ; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
Strana 19 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Strana 127 - 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
Strana 69 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent ; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage ; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore ; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff : if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me ; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If, then, the tree may...
Strana 22 - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Strana 62 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules; but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself, and thee, during my life ; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Strana 128 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my catechism.
Strana 29 - Imagination of some great exploit drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Hot. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, to pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, or dive into the bottom of the deep, where fathom-line could never touch the ground and pluck up drowned...