The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Zväzok 4 |
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Strana 32
... heart bleeds inwardly , that my father is so sick ; and keeping such vile company as thou art , hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow . Poins . The reason ? 1 P. Hen . What wouldst thou think of me , if I should weep ...
... heart bleeds inwardly , that my father is so sick ; and keeping such vile company as thou art , hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow . Poins . The reason ? 1 P. Hen . What wouldst thou think of me , if I should weep ...
Strana 36
... heart's dear Harry , Threw many a northward look , to see his father Bring up his powers ; but he did long in vain . Who then persuaded you to stay at home ? There were two honors lost ; yours , and your son's . For yours , may heavenly ...
... heart's dear Harry , Threw many a northward look , to see his father Bring up his powers ; but he did long in vain . Who then persuaded you to stay at home ? There were two honors lost ; yours , and your son's . For yours , may heavenly ...
Strana 39
... heart ; but he hath forgot that . 1 Draw . Why , then , cover , and set them down ; and see if thou canst find out ... heart , methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality ; your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would ...
... heart ; but he hath forgot that . 1 Draw . Why , then , cover , and set them down ; and see if thou canst find out ... heart , methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality ; your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would ...
Strana 48
... heart . Fal . I am old , I am old . Dol . I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them all . Fal . What stuff wilt have a kirtle of ? I shall receive money on Thursday : thou shalt have a cap to- morrow . A merry song ...
... heart . Fal . I am old , I am old . Dol . I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them all . Fal . What stuff wilt have a kirtle of ? I shall receive money on Thursday : thou shalt have a cap to- morrow . A merry song ...
Strana 49
... heart ! and so she is , by my troth . Fal . Didst thou hear me ? P. Hen . Yes ; and you knew me , as you did when you ran away by Gads - hill : you knew I was at your back , and spoke it on purpose to try my patience . Fal . No , no ...
... heart ! and so she is , by my troth . Fal . Didst thou hear me ? P. Hen . Yes ; and you knew me , as you did when you ran away by Gads - hill : you knew I was at your back , and spoke it on purpose to try my patience . Fal . No , no ...
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Alarum arms Bard Bardolph blood brother Cade captain Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward enemy England English Enter KING HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit Falstaff father fear fight folio follow France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head hear heart Heaven Henry's Holinshed honor house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade King Henry VI lady Lancaster liege live look lord majesty Margaret master never night noble Northumberland old play peace Pist Pistol Poins pray prince PUCELLE quarto queen Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Shal sir John soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast traitor unto valiant Warwick Westmoreland wilt words
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Strana 152 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Strana 190 - 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 ; 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 : And gentlemen in England, now abed, Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here: And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint...
Strana 52 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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 52 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Strana 153 - 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. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry "God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Strana 117 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to "act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Strana 127 - 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...
Strana 470 - I tend my flock ; * 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 yean ; * So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : * So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, * Passed over to the end they were created, * Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Strana 28 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Strana 190 - And say — 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. Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day :• Then shall our names, Familiar in...