The plays and poems of Shakspeare [according to the text of E. Malone] with notes and 170 illustr. from the plates in Boydell's ed., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volume 7 |
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Página 59
... pistol kills a sparrow flying . Fal . You have hit it . P. Hen . So did he never the sparrow . Fal . Well , that rascal hath good metal in him ; he will not run . P. Hen . Why , what a rascal art thou then , to praise him so for running ...
... pistol kills a sparrow flying . Fal . You have hit it . P. Hen . So did he never the sparrow . Fal . Well , that rascal hath good metal in him ; he will not run . P. Hen . Why , what a rascal art thou then , to praise him so for running ...
Página 123
... pistol , if thou wilt . P. Hen . Give it me . What , is it in the case ? Fal . Ay , Hal ; ' tis hot , ' tis hot ; there's that will sack a city . [ the Prince draws out a bottle of sack . P. Hen . What , is ' t a time to jest and dally ...
... pistol , if thou wilt . P. Hen . Give it me . What , is it in the case ? Fal . Ay , Hal ; ' tis hot , ' tis hot ; there's that will sack a city . [ the Prince draws out a bottle of sack . P. Hen . What , is ' t a time to jest and dally ...
Página 142
... PISTOL , and PAGE . POINS and PETO , attendants on Prince Henry . SHALLOW and SILENCE , country justices . DAVY , servant to Shallow . MOULDY , SHADOW , WART , FEEBLE , and BULLCALF , recruits . FANG and SNARE , sheriff's officers ...
... PISTOL , and PAGE . POINS and PETO , attendants on Prince Henry . SHALLOW and SILENCE , country justices . DAVY , servant to Shallow . MOULDY , SHADOW , WART , FEEBLE , and BULLCALF , recruits . FANG and SNARE , sheriff's officers ...
Página 188
... Pistol's below , and would speak with you . Doll . Hang him , swaggering rascal ! let him not come hither : it is the foul - mouthedst rogue in Eng- land . Host . If he swagger , let him not come here : no , by my faith ; I must live ...
... Pistol's below , and would speak with you . Doll . Hang him , swaggering rascal ! let him not come hither : it is the foul - mouthedst rogue in Eng- land . Host . If he swagger , let him not come here : no , by my faith ; I must live ...
Página 190
... Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack : do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pis . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is pistol - proof , sir ; you shall hardly offend her . Host ...
... Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack : do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pis . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is pistol - proof , sir ; you shall hardly offend her . Host ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
anon archbishop of York arms art thou Bardolph blood Blunt brother captain CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin crown dæmon Davy dead death devil Doll dost doth Douglas duke duke of Burgundy earl Eastcheap England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit faith father fear Fluellen France French friends give Glendower GLOSTER grace Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart Heaven honor horse Host hostess Hotspur Jack Kate Kath knave Lady liege look lord majesty master Shallow Mortimer never night noble Northumberland numbers peace Percy Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray PRINCE HENRY PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales rascal Re-enter rogue sack SCENE Scroop SHAK Shal Shrewsbury sir John Falstaff soldier speak sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast unto Westmoreland wilt
Passagens conhecidas
Página 350 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Página 184 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening 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 ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 274 - 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...
Página 114 - 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 43 - Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand.? come, tell us your reason; what sayest thou to this? Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason, Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion!
Página 299 - 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...
Página 265 - O, FOR a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Página 5 - 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.
Página 132 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Página 351 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.