The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volume 5 |
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... prince . Fal . The young prince hath misled me : I am the fellow with the great belly , and he my dog . Ch . Just . Well , I am loath to gall a new - healed wound ; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night's ...
... prince . Fal . The young prince hath misled me : I am the fellow with the great belly , and he my dog . Ch . Just . Well , I am loath to gall a new - healed wound ; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night's ...
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... prince gave you , — he gave it like a rude prince , and you took it like a sensible lord . I have checked him for it ; and the young lion repents : marry , not in ashes , and sackcloth ; but in new silk , and old sack . - C 1 Ch . Just ...
... prince gave you , — he gave it like a rude prince , and you took it like a sensible lord . I have checked him for it ; and the young lion repents : marry , not in ashes , and sackcloth ; but in new silk , and old sack . - C 1 Ch . Just ...
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... prince ; this to the earl of Westmoreland ; and this to old mistress Ursula , whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white hair on my chin : About it ; you know where to find me . [ Exit Page . ] A pox of this ...
... prince ; this to the earl of Westmoreland ; and this to old mistress Ursula , whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white hair on my chin : About it ; you know where to find me . [ Exit Page . ] A pox of this ...
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... prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing - man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then , as I was washing thy wound , to marry me , and make me my lady thy wife . Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech , the ...
... prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing - man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then , as I was washing thy wound , to marry me , and make me my lady thy wife . Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech , the ...
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... Prince HENRY and POINS . P. Hen . Trust me , I am exceeding weary . Poins . Is it come to that ? I had thought , weariness durst not have attached one of so high blood . P. Hen . ' Faith it does me ; though it discolours the` complexion ...
... Prince HENRY and POINS . P. Hen . Trust me , I am exceeding weary . Poins . Is it come to that ? I had thought , weariness durst not have attached one of so high blood . P. Hen . ' Faith it does me ; though it discolours the` complexion ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alarum arms Bard Bardolph bear blood brother Cade captain Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward England English Enter King HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade JOHNSON liege live look lord lord protector majesty MALONE Margaret master never night noble Northumberland peace Pist Pistol play Poins pray prince PUCELLE queen Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Shal shame sir John sir John Falstaff soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast traitor unto valiant Warwick wilt words
Passagens conhecidas
Página 167 - 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 129 - 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, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Página 141 - 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 168 - 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 54 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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 168 - 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 208 - 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 15 - 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 507 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? * O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. * And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, * His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, * His wonted sleep .under a fresh tree's shade, * All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, * Is far beyond a prince's delicates, * His viands sparkling in a golden cup, * His body couched in a curious bed, * When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Página 54 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...