The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volume 6F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... Pist . Base tike , call'st thou me - host ? Now , by this hand I swear , I scorn the term ; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers . Quick . No , by my troth , not long for we can- not lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentle- women , that ...
... Pist . Base tike , call'st thou me - host ? Now , by this hand I swear , I scorn the term ; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers . Quick . No , by my troth , not long for we can- not lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentle- women , that ...
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... Pist . Pish for thee , Iceland dog ! thou prick - eared cur of Iceland . Quick . Good corporal Nym , show the valour of a man , and put up thy sword . Nym . Will you shog off : I would have you solus . [ Sheathing his sword . Pist ...
... Pist . Pish for thee , Iceland dog ! thou prick - eared cur of Iceland . Quick . Good corporal Nym , show the valour of a man , and put up thy sword . Nym . Will you shog off : I would have you solus . [ Sheathing his sword . Pist ...
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... Pist . An oath of mickle might ; and fury shall abate . Give me thy fist , thy fore - foot to me give ; Thy spirits are most tall . Nym . I will cut thy throat , one time or other in fair terms ; that is the humour of it . Pist . Coupe ...
... Pist . An oath of mickle might ; and fury shall abate . Give me thy fist , thy fore - foot to me give ; Thy spirits are most tall . Nym . I will cut thy throat , one time or other in fair terms ; that is the humour of it . Pist . Coupe ...
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... Pist . Base is the slave that pays . Nym . That now I will have ; that's the humour of it . Pist . As manhood shall compound ; Push home . Bard . By this sword , he that makes the first thrust , I'll kill him ; by this sword , I will ...
... Pist . Base is the slave that pays . Nym . That now I will have ; that's the humour of it . Pist . As manhood shall compound ; Push home . Bard . By this sword , he that makes the first thrust , I'll kill him ; by this sword , I will ...
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... Pist . Let us condole the knight ; for , lambkins , we will live . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Southampton . A Council - Chamber . Enter EXETER , BEDFORD , and WESTMORELAND . Bed . ' Fore God , his grace is bold , to trust these traitors ...
... Pist . Let us condole the knight ; for , lambkins , we will live . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Southampton . A Council - Chamber . Enter EXETER , BEDFORD , and WESTMORELAND . Bed . ' Fore God , his grace is bold , to trust these traitors ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Alarum Alençon arms bear blood brave brother Burgundy Cade Char Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward enemy England English Enter King HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade JOHNSON Kath King Henry VI lady liege lord lord protector madam majesty Margaret ne'er never night noble oath peace Pist Plantagenet play prince protector Pucelle queen Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Saint Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor uncle unto valiant Warwick wilt words
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Página 90 - 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 : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Página 47 - 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 424 - That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns ; Seeking a way, and straying from the way ; Not knowing how to find the open air, But toiling desperately to find it out, — Torment myself to catch the English crown. And from that torment I will free myself, Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. "Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ; And cry, content...
Página 20 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home 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...
Página 47 - 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...
Página 48 - 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, Cry — God for Harry ! England ! and Saint George...
Página 90 - 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 : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er...
Página 171 - And here I prophesy, — This brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Página 133 - HUNG be the heavens with black, yield day to night ! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, That have consented unto Henry's death ! King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Página 8 - Whose high, upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts: Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...