The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Zväzok 4Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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Strana 14
... looks , Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds , And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank Blood - stained with these valiant combatants . Never did bare and rotten policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds ; Nor never could ...
... looks , Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds , And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank Blood - stained with these valiant combatants . Never did bare and rotten policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds ; Nor never could ...
Strana 15
... look'd pale ; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him : Was he not proclaim'd , By Richard that dead is , the next of blood ? North . He was ; I heard the proclamation ...
... look'd pale ; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him : Was he not proclaim'd , By Richard that dead is , the next of blood ? North . He was ; I heard the proclamation ...
Strana 18
... look you , I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods , Nettled , and stung with pismires , when I hear Of this vile politician , Bolingbroke . In Richard's time , -What do you call the place ? - A plague upon't ! -it is in Gloucestershire ...
... look you , I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods , Nettled , and stung with pismires , when I hear Of this vile politician , Bolingbroke . In Richard's time , -What do you call the place ? - A plague upon't ! -it is in Gloucestershire ...
Strana 19
... looks of love . K- Hot . He does , he does ; we'll be reveng'd on him . Wor . Cousin , farewell : -No further go in this , Than I by letters shall direct your course . When time is ripe ( which will be suddenly ) , I'll steal to ...
... looks of love . K- Hot . He does , he does ; we'll be reveng'd on him . Wor . Cousin , farewell : -No further go in this , Than I by letters shall direct your course . When time is ripe ( which will be suddenly ) , I'll steal to ...
Strana 30
... Look down into the Pome- granate , Ralph . P. Hen . Come hither , Francis . Fran . My lord . P. Hen . How long hast thou to serve , Francis ? Fran . Forsooth , five year , and as much as to- Poins . [ Within ] Francis ! Fran . Anon ...
... Look down into the Pome- granate , Ralph . P. Hen . Come hither , Francis . Fran . My lord . P. Hen . How long hast thou to serve , Francis ? Fran . Forsooth , five year , and as much as to- Poins . [ Within ] Francis ! Fran . Anon ...
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Alarum arms art thou Bard Bardolph bear blood Cade canst captain cousin crown dauphin dead death Doll dost doth duke duke of Burgundy duke of York earl England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur Harry hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Jack Cade Kath lady liege live look lord lord protector majesty master Mortimer ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Pucelle queen Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Shal Shallow shame sir John sir John Falstaff Sirrah soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto valiant Warwick Westmoreland word York
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Strana 94 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Strana 39 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, 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...
Strana 77 - tis no matter; 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 60 - 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.
Strana 38 - 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.
Strana 48 - I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry : 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
Strana 68 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm; in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Strana 41 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; Banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish...
Strana 21 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one. even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Strana 12 - twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took 't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...