The Aldus Shakespeare: With Copious Notes and Comments, Zväzok 9,Strana 1Bigelow Smith, 1909 |
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Strana xiv
... four weeks . federates at Bangor . Worcester reach Bangor . Hotspur resolves to join the con- Interval : a week . Hotspur and [ Days 2a , 3a . Act II , i , ii , iv ; ( Act III , ii ) ] . Day 4. Act III , i . night . Bangor . Interval ...
... four weeks . federates at Bangor . Worcester reach Bangor . Hotspur resolves to join the con- Interval : a week . Hotspur and [ Days 2a , 3a . Act II , i , ii , iv ; ( Act III , ii ) ] . Day 4. Act III , i . night . Bangor . Interval ...
Strana xxv
... four years , his valor and conduct awakening the most favorable expectations , and bringing him a degree of fame which is said to have moved his father's jealousy . Even before the action at Shrewsbury he had given some tokens of the ...
... four years , his valor and conduct awakening the most favorable expectations , and bringing him a degree of fame which is said to have moved his father's jealousy . Even before the action at Shrewsbury he had given some tokens of the ...
Strana 18
... four o'clock , early at Gadshill ! there are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings , and traders riding to Lon- don with fat purses : I have vizards for you all ; you have horses for yourselves : Gadshill lies to - night in ...
... four o'clock , early at Gadshill ! there are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings , and traders riding to Lon- don with fat purses : I have vizards for you all ; you have horses for yourselves : Gadshill lies to - night in ...
Strana 36
... four by the day , I'll be hanged : Charles ' wain is over the new chimney , and yet our horse not packed . What , ostler ! Ost . [ Within ] Anon , anon . First Car . I prithee , Tom , beat Cut's saddle , put a few flocks in the point ...
... four by the day , I'll be hanged : Charles ' wain is over the new chimney , and yet our horse not packed . What , ostler ! Ost . [ Within ] Anon , anon . First Car . I prithee , Tom , beat Cut's saddle , put a few flocks in the point ...
Strana 38
... four by the day , I'll be hang'd . " Probably he suspects Gads- hill , and tries to mislead him.-H. N. H. 43. " Aye , when ? canst tell ? " ; a scoffing retort to an inconvenient or impertinent question . - C . H. H. 53. “ At hand ...
... four by the day , I'll be hang'd . " Probably he suspects Gads- hill , and tries to mislead him.-H. N. H. 43. " Aye , when ? canst tell ? " ; a scoffing retort to an inconvenient or impertinent question . - C . H. H. 53. “ At hand ...
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Anon arms art thou Bard Bardolph battle battle of Shrewsbury bear blood brother character cousin coward crown death devil dost doth Doug Douglas drink earl of Fife Earl of March Eastcheap Edmund Mortimer Exeunt Exit faith father fear fight folio Fran Francis Gads Gadshill give Glend Glendower grace hand hanged Harry Harry Percy hath head hear Holinshed honor horse Host Hostess humor Jack John of Lancaster King Henry king's lord never night noble Northumberland Peto play Poins Prince Henry Prince of Wales prisoners prithee Quarto rebels Richard Richard II rogue sack SCENE Scots Shakespeare Shrewsbury Sir John Falstaff Sir John Oldcastle Sir Walter Blunt Sirrah soul speak spirit sweet sword tavern tell thee there's thou art thou hast valor Vernon villain Welsh Westmoreland Worcester word Zounds
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Strana 25 - 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 134 - O gentlemen, the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely, were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Strana 143 - 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 21 - 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 129 - 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 71 - 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 24 - 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 64 - 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 130 - 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 31 - 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...