The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... knaves , unmannerly , To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest demanded My prisoners , in your majesty's behalf . I then , all smarting ...
... knaves , unmannerly , To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; among the rest demanded My prisoners , in your majesty's behalf . I then , all smarting ...
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... knave . SCENE II . — The Road by Gadshill . [ Exeunt . Enter Prince HENRY , and POINS ; BARDOLPH and PETO , at some distance . Poins . Come , shelter , shelter ; I have removed Fal- staff's horse , and he frets like a gummed velvet . P ...
... knave . SCENE II . — The Road by Gadshill . [ Exeunt . Enter Prince HENRY , and POINS ; BARDOLPH and PETO , at some distance . Poins . Come , shelter , shelter ; I have removed Fal- staff's horse , and he frets like a gummed velvet . P ...
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... knaves ! they hate us youth : down with them ; fleece them . 1 Trav . O , we are undone , both we and ours , for ever . Fal . Hang ye , gorbellied knaves ; Are ye undone ? No , ye fat chuffs ; I would , your store were here ! On ...
... knaves ! they hate us youth : down with them ; fleece them . 1 Trav . O , we are undone , both we and ours , for ever . Fal . Hang ye , gorbellied knaves ; Are ye undone ? No , ye fat chuffs ; I would , your store were here ! On ...
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... knaves , in Kendal green , came at my back , and let drive at me ; for it was so dark , Hal , that thou could'st not see thy hand . P. Hen . These lies are like the father that begets them ; gross as a mountain , open , palpable . Why ...
... knaves , in Kendal green , came at my back , and let drive at me ; for it was so dark , Hal , that thou could'st not see thy hand . P. Hen . These lies are like the father that begets them ; gross as a mountain , open , palpable . Why ...
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... knave to call me so . Fal . Setting thy womanhood aside , thou art a beast to say otherwise . Host . Say , what beast , thou knave thou ? Fal . What beast ? why an otter . P. Hen . An otter , sir John ! why an otter ? Fal . Why ? she's ...
... knave to call me so . Fal . Setting thy womanhood aside , thou art a beast to say otherwise . Host . Say , what beast , thou knave thou ? Fal . What beast ? why an otter . P. Hen . An otter , sir John ! why an otter ? Fal . Why ? she's ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Archbishop of York arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Blunt brother captain Colevile Constable of France cousin crown Davy dead devil dost doth Douglas duke duke of Burgundy earl Eastcheap England English Enter King HENRY Exeunt Exit Falstaff father fear Fluellen France French friends give Glend Glendower GLOSTER grace Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Hostess HOTSPUR i'faith Jack Kate Kath knave Lady liege look lord majesty master Shallow Mortimer Mowb never night noble Northumberland numbers peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray Prince JOHN prince of Wales rascal Re-enter rogue sack SCENE Scroop Shal sir John sir John Falstaff soldier speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue unto villain Westmoreland wilt
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Página 169 - 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 ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great...
Página 169 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, 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...
Página 83 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Página 279 - 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 ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
Página 108 - 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 : — this earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Página 98 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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
Página 169 - ning clamour 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?
Página 279 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Página 241 - 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 ? O, pardon!
Página 341 - 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 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.