The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volum 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pàgina 9
... sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly , which thou would'st truly know . What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day ? unless hours were ...
... sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly , which thou would'st truly know . What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day ? unless hours were ...
Pàgina 12
... . Poins . Good morrow , sweet Hal . What says mon- sieur Remorse ? What says sir John Sack - and - Sugar ? Jack , how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul , that thou soldest him on Good - friday last , for 12 ACT I. FIRST PART OF.
... . Poins . Good morrow , sweet Hal . What says mon- sieur Remorse ? What says sir John Sack - and - Sugar ? Jack , how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul , that thou soldest him on Good - friday last , for 12 ACT I. FIRST PART OF.
Pàgina 32
... sack be my poison : When a jest is so forward , and afoot too , I hate it . Gads . Stand . Enter GADSHILL . Fal . So I do , against my will . Poins . O , ' tis our setter : I know his voice . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . What news ? Gads ...
... sack be my poison : When a jest is so forward , and afoot too , I hate it . Gads . Stand . Enter GADSHILL . Fal . So I do , against my will . Poins . O , ' tis our setter : I know his voice . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . What news ? Gads ...
Pàgina 42
... sack , boy.- Ere I lead this life long , I'll sew nether - stocks , and mend them , snd foot them too . A plague of all cowards ! - Give me a cup of sack , rogue . Is there no virtue ex- tant ? [ He drinks . P. Hen . Didst thou never ...
... sack , boy.- Ere I lead this life long , I'll sew nether - stocks , and mend them , snd foot them too . A plague of all cowards ! - Give me a cup of sack , rogue . Is there no virtue ex- tant ? [ He drinks . P. Hen . Didst thou never ...
Pàgina 43
... sack with lime in it ; a villainous coward . Go thy ways , old Jack ; die when thou wilt , if manhood , good manhood , be not for- got upon the face of the earth , then am I a shotten her- ring . There live not three good men unhanged ...
... sack with lime in it ; a villainous coward . Go thy ways , old Jack ; die when thou wilt , if manhood , good manhood , be not for- got upon the face of the earth , then am I a shotten her- ring . There live not three good men unhanged ...
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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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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.