The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Zväzok 7G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Strana 33
... death for all this , if I ' scape hanging for killing that rogue . I have for- sworn his company hourly any time this two and twenty years , and yet I am bewitch'd with the rogue's company . If the rascal have not given me medicines to ...
... death for all this , if I ' scape hanging for killing that rogue . I have for- sworn his company hourly any time this two and twenty years , and yet I am bewitch'd with the rogue's company . If the rascal have not given me medicines to ...
Strana 37
... death , And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Wer't not for laughing , I should pity him . Poins . How the rogue roar'd ! SCENE III . [ Exeunt . Warkworth . A Room in the Castle , Enter HOTSPUR , reading a letter . -But , for ...
... death , And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Wer't not for laughing , I should pity him . Poins . How the rogue roar'd ! SCENE III . [ Exeunt . Warkworth . A Room in the Castle , Enter HOTSPUR , reading a letter . -But , for ...
Strana 61
... death will be a march of twelve - score 55. The money shall be paid back again with advantage . Be with me betimes in the morning ; and so good morrow , Poins . Poins . Good morrow , good my lord . [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. Bangor ...
... death will be a march of twelve - score 55. The money shall be paid back again with advantage . Be with me betimes in the morning ; and so good morrow , Poins . Poins . Good morrow , good my lord . [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. Bangor ...
Strana 78
... deaths , Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow . K. Hen . A hundred thousand rebels die in this : - Thou shalt have charge , and sovereign trust , herein , Enter BLUNT . How now , good Blunt ? thy looks are full of speed . Blunt ...
... deaths , Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow . K. Hen . A hundred thousand rebels die in this : - Thou shalt have charge , and sovereign trust , herein , Enter BLUNT . How now , good Blunt ? thy looks are full of speed . Blunt ...
Strana 80
... death's head , or a memento mori : I never see thy face , but I think upon hell- fire , and Dives that lived in purple ; for there he is in his robes , burning , burning . If thou wert any way given to virtue , I would swear by thy face ...
... death's head , or a memento mori : I never see thy face , but I think upon hell- fire , and Dives that lived in purple ; for there he is in his robes , burning , burning . If thou wert any way given to virtue , I would swear by thy face ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Vydanie 7 William Shakespeare Zobrazenie úryvkov - 1806 |
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art thou Bard Bardolph blood brother captain Constable of France cousin crown dead death devil dost doth Douglas duke duke of Burgundy earl Eastcheap England English Exeunt Exit Falstaff father fear Fluellen France French friends give Glend Glendower grace hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven HENRY IV honour horse Host hostess Hotspur humour Jack JOHNSON Kate Kath king's knave Lady liege look lord majesty merry Mortimer Mowb never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol play Poins pr'ythee pray Prince JOHN prince of Wales rascal rogue SCENE Shakspeare Shal Shrewsbury Sir Dagonet sir John sir John Falstaff soldier speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee THEOBALD there's thine thing thou art thou hast unto villain WARBURTON Westmoreland wilt word
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Strana 364 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. 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 209 - With deafning 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 208 - 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...
Strana 321 - 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 408 - 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...
Strana 334 - Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : 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 211 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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 intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Strana 12 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. \ I'.rit 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 363 - 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 321 - 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.