The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Nide 4Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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... fight ) , Forthwith a power of English shall we levy ; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers womb To chase these pagans , in those holy fields , Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet , Which , fourteen hundred years ago , were ...
... fight ) , Forthwith a power of English shall we levy ; Whose arms were moulded in their mothers womb To chase these pagans , in those holy fields , Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet , Which , fourteen hundred years ago , were ...
Sivu 10
... . Well , for two of them , I know them to be as true - bred cowards as ever turned back ; and for the third , if he fight longer than he sees reason , I'll for- } swear arms . The virtue of this jest will 10 ACT 1 . FIRST PART OF.
... . Well , for two of them , I know them to be as true - bred cowards as ever turned back ; and for the third , if he fight longer than he sees reason , I'll for- } swear arms . The virtue of this jest will 10 ACT 1 . FIRST PART OF.
Sivu 12
... 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 dress'd , Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin , new reap'd , Show'd like a stubble ...
... 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 dress'd , Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin , new reap'd , Show'd like a stubble ...
Sivu 14
William Shakespeare. The lives of those , that he did lead to fight Against the great magician , damn'd Glendower ; Whose daughter , as we hear , the earl of March Hath lately married . Shall our coffers then Be emptied , to redeem a ...
William Shakespeare. The lives of those , that he did lead to fight Against the great magician , damn'd Glendower ; Whose daughter , as we hear , the earl of March Hath lately married . Shall our coffers then Be emptied , to redeem a ...
Sivu 27
... fight . Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war , And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep , That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow , Like bubbles in a late - disturbed stream : And in thy face strange motions have appear'd ...
... fight . Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war , And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep , That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow , Like bubbles in a late - disturbed stream : And in thy face strange motions have appear'd ...
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Alarum arms art thou Bard Bardolph bear blood Cade canst captain cousin crown dauphin dead death Doll dost doth duke duke of Burgundy duke of York earl England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur Harry hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Jack Cade Kath lady liege live look lord lord protector majesty master Mortimer ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Pucelle queen Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Shal Shallow shame sir John sir John Falstaff Sirrah soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto valiant Warwick Westmoreland word York
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Sivu 94 - 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?
Sivu 39 - 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 77 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Sivu 60 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian: " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Sivu 38 - 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 48 - I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry : 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
Sivu 68 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm; in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Sivu 41 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; Banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish...
Sivu 21 - 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 12 - twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took 't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...