The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Sivu 83
I'll take't on my death I gave him this wound in the thigh : if the man were alive ,
and would deny it , I would make him eat a piece of my sword . Lan . This is the
strangest tale that e'er I heard . P. Henry . This is the strangeft fellow , brother
John ...
I'll take't on my death I gave him this wound in the thigh : if the man were alive ,
and would deny it , I would make him eat a piece of my sword . Lan . This is the
strangest tale that e'er I heard . P. Henry . This is the strangeft fellow , brother
John ...
Sivu 164
I'll give you a health for that anon . Sbal . Give Mr. Bardolpb fome wine , Davy .
Davy . Sweet Sir , sit ; I'll be with you anon ; moft sweet Sir , fit . Mafter Page , fit :
good Master Page , fit : proface ! What you want in meat we'll have in drink ; but
you ...
I'll give you a health for that anon . Sbal . Give Mr. Bardolpb fome wine , Davy .
Davy . Sweet Sir , sit ; I'll be with you anon ; moft sweet Sir , fit . Mafter Page , fit :
good Master Page , fit : proface ! What you want in meat we'll have in drink ; but
you ...
Sivu 271
Thou hast astonith'd me with thy high terms : Only this proof i'll of thy valour make
, In fingle combat thou shalt buckle with me ; And if thou vanquishest , thy words
are true , Otherwise I renounce all confidence . Pucel . I am prepar'd ; here is my ...
Thou hast astonith'd me with thy high terms : Only this proof i'll of thy valour make
, In fingle combat thou shalt buckle with me ; And if thou vanquishest , thy words
are true , Otherwise I renounce all confidence . Pucel . I am prepar'd ; here is my ...
Sivu 274
Cardinal , I'll be no breaker of the law : if thou wilt . Glou . I will not nay thee , but I'
ll drive thee back : Thy scarlet robes , as a child's bearing cloth , I'll use to carry
thee out of this place . Win . Do what thou dar'it , I beard thee to thy face . Glou .
Cardinal , I'll be no breaker of the law : if thou wilt . Glou . I will not nay thee , but I'
ll drive thee back : Thy scarlet robes , as a child's bearing cloth , I'll use to carry
thee out of this place . Win . Do what thou dar'it , I beard thee to thy face . Glou .
Sivu 278
Here Salisbury lifterb bimself up and groans , Tal . Hear , hear how dying
Salisbury doth groan ! It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'a . Frenckmen , I'll be
a Salisbury to you . Convey brave Salisbury into his tent , And then we'll try what
daftard ...
Here Salisbury lifterb bimself up and groans , Tal . Hear , hear how dying
Salisbury doth groan ! It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'a . Frenckmen , I'll be
a Salisbury to you . Convey brave Salisbury into his tent , And then we'll try what
daftard ...
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againſt anſwer arms Bard Bardolph bear better blood brother captain comes couſin crown dead death doth Duke Earl England Engliſh Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall Falſtaff father fear field fight follow France French friends give Glou Grace hand Harry hath head hear heart heav'n Henry Hoft hold honour horſe hour I'll Juft keep King Lady leave live look Lord Majeſty maſter means meet moſt muſt never night noble once peace Percy Pift Poins poor pray Prince Pucel ſaid ſay Sbal SCENE ſee ſelf ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir John ſoldiers ſome ſon ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſweet ſword Talbot tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou art thought thouſand tongue true unto whoſe wilt York young
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Sivu 231 - 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...
Sivu 245 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
Sivu 122 - 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.
Sivu 195 - 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...
Sivu 230 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Sivu 74 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Sivu 123 - 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...
Sivu 14 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Sivu 146 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Sivu 183 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.