The First Part of Henry the Fourth, Part 1D.C. Heath & Company, 1917 - 218 pàgines |
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Pàgina 17
... face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him : was not he pro- claim'd By Richard that dead is the next of blood ? North . He was ; I heard the proclamation : And then it was when ...
... face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him : was not he pro- claim'd By Richard that dead is the next of blood ? North . He was ; I heard the proclamation : And then it was when ...
Pàgina 22
... face Of that occasion that shall bring it on . Hot . I smell it : upon my life , it will do well North . Before the game is afoot , thou still let'st slip . Hot . Why , it cannot choose but be a noble plot : 280 And then the power of ...
... face Of that occasion that shall bring it on . Hot . I smell it : upon my life , it will do well North . Before the game is afoot , thou still let'st slip . Hot . Why , it cannot choose but be a noble plot : 280 And then the power of ...
Pàgina 33
... face strange motions have appear'd , Such as we see when men restrain their breath On some great sudden hest . O , what portents are these ? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand , And I must know it , else he loves me not . Hot ...
... face strange motions have appear'd , Such as we see when men restrain their breath On some great sudden hest . O , what portents are these ? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand , And I must know it , else he loves me not . Hot ...
Pàgina 40
... face of the earth , then am I a shotten herring . There live not three good men unhanged in England ; and one of them is fat and grows old : God help the while ! a bad world , I say . I would I were a weaver ; I could sing psalms or any ...
... face of the earth , then am I a shotten herring . There live not three good men unhanged in England ; and one of them is fat and grows old : God help the while ! a bad world , I say . I would I were a weaver ; I could sing psalms or any ...
Pàgina 41
... face me . Give me a cup of sack : I am a rogue , if I drunk to - day . 160 Prince . O villain ! thy lips are scarce wiped 170 since thou drunkest last . Fal . All ' s one for that . plague of all cowards , still say I. Prince . What ' s ...
... face me . Give me a cup of sack : I am a rogue , if I drunk to - day . 160 Prince . O villain ! thy lips are scarce wiped 170 since thou drunkest last . Fal . All ' s one for that . plague of all cowards , still say I. Prince . What ' s ...
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Anon Bardolph battle of Shrewsbury blank verse blood Bolingbroke buckram character cousin coward crown death devil doth Doug Douglas Earl of Fife earle of March Eastcheap Edited Edmund Mortimer Elizabethan England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faith Falstaff Famous Victories father fear fight Francis Gads Gadshill give Glend hang Harry hath head hear Henry IV Henry Percy Holinshed Holinshed's honour horse Hostess Hotspur humor Jack John of Lancaster Julius Cæsar King Henry king's knight Lady Percy lord Love's Labour's Lost meaning noble Northumberland Oldcastle Owen Glendower Persie Peto play Poins Prince Henry Prince of Wales prince's prisoners prithee Quarto rebellion rebels Richard Richard II rogue sack scene Scot sense Shake Shakespeare Sir John Sir Walter Blunt speak speare speech sword tavern tell thee thou art thou hast true villain Welsh Westmoreland Worcester word Zounds
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Pàgina 39 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife — Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.
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.
Pàgina 52 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned : if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord : banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins ; but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and, therefore more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company: banish...
Pàgina 82 - Glittering in golden coats, like images ; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at Midsummer ; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
Pàgina 97 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my catechism.
Pàgina xxiv - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Pàgina 40 - Go thy ways, old Jack ; die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring.
Pàgina 45 - ... as ever I heard bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword, as thou hast done, and then say, it was in fight ! What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent shame ? Poins. Come, let 's hear, Jack. What trick hast thou now ? Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.
Pàgina 35 - Whither I go, nor reason whereabout. Whither I must, I must ; and, to conclude, This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. I know you wise ; but yet no farther wise Than Harry Percy's wife : constant you are ; But yet a woman : and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know ; And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.
Pàgina 12 - 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. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work ; But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
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Essays on Dramatic Traditions: Challenges and Transmissions Mary Beth Rose Previsualització limitada - 1989 |