The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Sivu 166
Pift . Why then lament therefore . Sbal . Give me pardon , Sir . If you come with
news from the Court , I take it there are but two ways , either to utter them , or to
conceal them . I am , Sir , under the King , in some authority , Pift . Under which
King ...
Pift . Why then lament therefore . Sbal . Give me pardon , Sir . If you come with
news from the Court , I take it there are but two ways , either to utter them , or to
conceal them . I am , Sir , under the King , in some authority , Pift . Under which
King ...
Sivu 168
Pift . Bless thy lungs , good Knight ! Fal . Come here , Piftol , stand behind me . O ,
if I had had time to have made new liveries , I would have beftow'd the thousand
pound I borrow'd of you . But it is no matter , this poor thew doth better ; this doth ...
Pift . Bless thy lungs , good Knight ! Fal . Come here , Piftol , stand behind me . O ,
if I had had time to have made new liveries , I would have beftow'd the thousand
pound I borrow'd of you . But it is no matter , this poor thew doth better ; this doth ...
Sivu 223
Erping . The Lord in heav'n bless thee , noble Harry ! [ .Exeunt . K. Henry . God - a
- mercy old heart , thou speak it chear - fully . SCENE II . Enter Pistol , Pif . Qui va
là ? K. Henry . A friend . Pift . Discuss unto me , art thou officer , Or art thou base ...
Erping . The Lord in heav'n bless thee , noble Harry ! [ .Exeunt . K. Henry . God - a
- mercy old heart , thou speak it chear - fully . SCENE II . Enter Pistol , Pif . Qui va
là ? K. Henry . A friend . Pift . Discuss unto me , art thou officer , Or art thou base ...
Sivu 236
Pift . Moy shall not serve , I will have forty moys ; or will fetch thy rym out at thy
throat , in drops of crimfon blood . Fr. Sol . EA - il imposible d'eschapper la force
de ton bras ? Pift . Brafs , cur ? Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat , offer'
it ...
Pift . Moy shall not serve , I will have forty moys ; or will fetch thy rym out at thy
throat , in drops of crimfon blood . Fr. Sol . EA - il imposible d'eschapper la force
de ton bras ? Pift . Brafs , cur ? Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat , offer'
it ...
Sivu 249
Pift . Good Flu . Ay , leeks is goot ; hold you , there is a groat to heal your pate .
Pift . Me a groat ? Flu . Yes verily , and in truth you shall take it , or I have . another
leek in my pocket which you shall eat . Pift . I take thy groat in earnest of revenge .
Pift . Good Flu . Ay , leeks is goot ; hold you , there is a groat to heal your pate .
Pift . Me a groat ? Flu . Yes verily , and in truth you shall take it , or I have . another
leek in my pocket which you shall eat . Pift . I take thy groat in earnest of revenge .
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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.