The plays and poems of Shakspeare [according to the text of E. Malone] with notes and 170 illustr. from the plates in Boydell's ed., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Zväzok 7 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 51.
Strana 12
... fair hot wench in flame- colored taffata ; I see no reason , why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day . " Fal . Indeed , you come near me now , Hal : for we , that take purses , go by the moon and seven stars ...
... fair hot wench in flame- colored taffata ; I see no reason , why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day . " Fal . Indeed , you come near me now , Hal : for we , that take purses , go by the moon and seven stars ...
Strana 37
... fair death , for all this , if I ' scape hanging for killing that rogue . I have forsworn his company hourly any time this two and twenty year , and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company . If the rascal have not given me medicines ...
... fair death , for all this , if I ' scape hanging for killing that rogue . I have forsworn his company hourly any time this two and twenty year , and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company . If the rascal have not given me medicines ...
Strana 48
... fair pair of heels , and run from it ? Fran . O lord , sir ! I'll be sworn upon all the books in England , I could find in my heart- Poins . [ within . ] Francis ! Fran . Anon , anon , sir . P. Hen . How old art thou , Francis ? Fran ...
... fair pair of heels , and run from it ? Fran . O lord , sir ! I'll be sworn upon all the books in England , I could find in my heart- Poins . [ within . ] Francis ! Fran . Anon , anon , sir . P. Hen . How old art thou , Francis ? Fran ...
Strana 57
... fair ; - so did you , Peto ; -so did you , Bardolph : you are lions too ; you ran away upon instinct : you will not touch the true prince ; no , -fie ! 1 The royal , or real , went for 10s . the noble only for 6s . 8d . Bar . Faith , I ...
... fair ; - so did you , Peto ; -so did you , Bardolph : you are lions too ; you ran away upon instinct : you will not touch the true prince ; no , -fie ! 1 The royal , or real , went for 10s . the noble only for 6s . 8d . Bar . Faith , I ...
Strana 68
... fair , the parties sure , And our induction 1 full of prosperous hope . Hot . Lord Mortimer , -and cousin Glendower , — Will you sit down ? And , uncle Worcester . A plague upon it ! I have forgot the map . Glen . No , here it is . Sit ...
... fair , the parties sure , And our induction 1 full of prosperous hope . Hot . Lord Mortimer , -and cousin Glendower , — Will you sit down ? And , uncle Worcester . A plague upon it ! I have forgot the map . Glen . No , here it is . Sit ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
anon archbishop of York arms art thou Bardolph blood Blunt brother captain CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin crown dæmon Davy dead death devil Doll dost doth Douglas duke duke of Burgundy earl Eastcheap England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit faith father fear Fluellen France French friends give Glendower GLOSTER grace Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart Heaven honor horse Host hostess Hotspur Jack Kate Kath knave Lady liege look lord majesty master Shallow Mortimer never night noble Northumberland numbers peace Percy Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray PRINCE HENRY PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales rascal Re-enter rogue sack SCENE Scroop SHAK Shal Shrewsbury sir John Falstaff soldier speak sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast unto Westmoreland wilt
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Strana 350 - 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 184 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them 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 ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Strana 274 - 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 114 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Strana 43 - 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 299 - 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 265 - 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, Leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Strana 5 - 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 132 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Strana 351 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.