The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Zväzok 7Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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Strana 13
... I'll give thee thy due , thou hast paid all there . P. Hen . Yea , and elsewhere , so far as my coin would stretch ; and , where it would not , I have used my credit . Fal . Yea , and so used it , that were it not here apparent that ...
... I'll give thee thy due , thou hast paid all there . P. Hen . Yea , and elsewhere , so far as my coin would stretch ; and , where it would not , I have used my credit . Fal . Yea , and so used it , that were it not here apparent that ...
Strana 14
... I'll be a brave judge . P. Hen . Thou judgest false already ; I mean , thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves , and so become a rare hangman . Fal . Well , Hal , well : and in some sort it jumps with my humor , as well as waiting in ...
... I'll be a brave judge . P. Hen . Thou judgest false already ; I mean , thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves , and so become a rare hangman . Fal . Well , Hal , well : and in some sort it jumps with my humor , as well as waiting in ...
Strana 15
... I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom . P. Hen . Where shall we take a purse to - morrow , Jack ? Fal . Where thou wilt , lad ; I'll make one : an I do not , call me villain , and baffle me . ? P. Hen . I see a good ...
... I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom . P. Hen . Where shall we take a purse to - morrow , Jack ? Fal . Where thou wilt , lad ; I'll make one : an I do not , call me villain , and baffle me . ? P. Hen . I see a good ...
Strana 16
... tarry at home , and be hanged . Fal . Hear me , Yedward ; if I tarry at home , and go not , I'll hang you for going . Poins . You will , chops ? 1 Honest . Fal . Hal , wilt thou make one ? P. 16 ACT I. KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
... tarry at home , and be hanged . Fal . Hear me , Yedward ; if I tarry at home , and go not , I'll hang you for going . Poins . You will , chops ? 1 Honest . Fal . Hal , wilt thou make one ? P. 16 ACT I. KING HENRY IV . - PART I.
Strana 17
... I'll tarry at home . Fal . By the Lord , I'll be a traitor then , when thou art king . P. Hen . I care not . Poins . Sir John , I pr'ythee , leave the prince and me alone : I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure , that he ...
... I'll tarry at home . Fal . By the Lord , I'll be a traitor then , when thou art king . P. Hen . I care not . Poins . Sir John , I pr'ythee , leave the prince and me alone : I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure , that he ...
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Strana 202 - With deafening clamour 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...
Strana 378 - God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Strana 331 - 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 287 - 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 55 - Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand.? come, tell us your reason; what sayest thou to this? Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason, Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion!
Strana 321 - 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 287 - 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 379 - 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 28 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor 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 honor by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities: But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
Strana 201 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...