The Works of William Shakespeare: King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV ; Henry V |
Kirjan sisältä
Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 5
Sivu 252
Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal !
What a brawling dost thou keep ? Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? P. Hen . He is
walked up to the top of the hill : I'll go seek him . [ Pretends to seek Poins . Fal .
Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal !
What a brawling dost thou keep ? Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? P. Hen . He is
walked up to the top of the hill : I'll go seek him . [ Pretends to seek Poins . Fal .
Sivu 254
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. P. Hen . Sirs , you four shall front them
in the narrow lane ; Ned Poins and I will walk lower : if they ' scape from your
encounter , then they light on us . Peto . But how many be there of theme ? Gads .
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. P. Hen . Sirs , you four shall front them
in the narrow lane ; Ned Poins and I will walk lower : if they ' scape from your
encounter , then they light on us . Peto . But how many be there of theme ? Gads .
Sivu 255
Re - enter Prince HENRY and POINS . P. Hen . The thieves have bound the true
meno . Now could thou and I rob the thieves , and go merrily to London , it would
be argument for a week , laughter for a month , and a good jest for ever . Poins .
Re - enter Prince HENRY and POINS . P. Hen . The thieves have bound the true
meno . Now could thou and I rob the thieves , and go merrily to London , it would
be argument for a week , laughter for a month , and a good jest for ever . Poins .
Sivu 302
P. Hen . Go bear this letter to lord John of Lancaster , To my brother John ; this to
my lord of Westmoreland . Go , Poins , to horse , to horse ! for thou , and IS , Have
thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.Jack , meet me to - morrow in the Temple ...
P. Hen . Go bear this letter to lord John of Lancaster , To my brother John ; this to
my lord of Westmoreland . Go , Poins , to horse , to horse ! for thou , and IS , Have
thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.Jack , meet me to - morrow in the Temple ...
Sivu 374
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Poins . O , that this good blossom
could be kept from cankers Well , there is sixpence to preserve thee . Bard . An
you do not make him be hanged among you , the gallows shall have wrong . P.
Hen .
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Poins . O , that this good blossom
could be kept from cankers Well , there is sixpence to preserve thee . Bard . An
you do not make him be hanged among you , the gallows shall have wrong . P.
Hen .
Mitä ihmiset sanovat - Kirjoita arvostelu
Yhtään arvostelua ei löytynyt.
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
answer arms Bard Bardolph Bast bear better blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother comes cousin crown dead death doth duke earth editions England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith Falstaff father fear folio follow France French friends give grace hand Harry hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry hold honour horse Host John keep king Lady land leave live look lord majesty Malone master means meet never night noble North old copies omits passage peace Percy Pist play Poins poor pray prince printed quarto reason Rich Richard SCENE seems sense Shakespeare Shal sir John soldiers soul speak stand sweet sword tell thee thing thou thou art thought tongue true York
Suositut otteet
Sivu 394 - 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?
Sivu 58 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to- be fond of grief.
Sivu 167 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Sivu 101 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Sivu 236 - 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.
Sivu 502 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! 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,...
Sivu 321 - 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 331 - Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk! 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.
Sivu 560 - Like to the senators of th' antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by 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 ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Sivu 540 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. 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...