The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Volum 4Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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Pàgina 20
... Enter another Carrier . 2 Car . Pease and beans are as dank here as a dog , and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots : this house is turned upside down , since Robin ostler died . 1 Car . Poor fellow ! never joyed since the ...
... Enter another Carrier . 2 Car . Pease and beans are as dank here as a dog , and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots : this house is turned upside down , since Robin ostler died . 1 Car . Poor fellow ! never joyed since the ...
Pàgina 21
... Enter GADSHİLL . Gads . Good morrow , carriers . What's o'clock ? 1 Car . I think it be two o'clock . Gads . I pry'thee , lend me thy lantern , to see my gelding in the stable . 1 Car . Nay , soft , I pray ye ; I know a trick worth two ...
... Enter GADSHİLL . Gads . Good morrow , carriers . What's o'clock ? 1 Car . I think it be two o'clock . Gads . I pry'thee , lend me thy lantern , to see my gelding in the stable . 1 Car . Nay , soft , I pray ye ; I know a trick worth two ...
Pàgina 23
... Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS ; BARDOLPH and PETO , at some Distance . Poins . Come , shelter , shelter ; I have removed Fal- staff's horse , and he frets like a gummed velvet . P. Hen . Stand close . Enter FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins ...
... Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS ; BARDOLPH and PETO , at some Distance . Poins . Come , shelter , shelter ; I have removed Fal- staff's horse , and he frets like a gummed velvet . P. Hen . Stand close . Enter FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins ...
Pàgina 24
... Enter GADSHILL . Fal . So I do , against my will . Poins . O , ' tis our setter : I know his voice . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . What news ? Gads . Case ye , case ye ; on with your visors ; there's money of the king's coming down the hill ...
... Enter GADSHILL . Fal . So I do , against my will . Poins . O , ' tis our setter : I know his voice . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . What news ? Gads . Case ye , case ye ; on with your visors ; there's money of the king's coming down the hill ...
Pàgina 25
... Enter Travellers . 1 Trav . Come , neighbour ; the boy shall lead our horses down the hill : we'll walk a - foot awhile , and ease our legs . Thieves . Stand . Trav . Jesu bless us ! Fal . Strike ; down with them ; cut the villains ...
... Enter Travellers . 1 Trav . Come , neighbour ; the boy shall lead our horses down the hill : we'll walk a - foot awhile , and ease our legs . Thieves . Stand . Trav . Jesu bless us ! Fal . Strike ; down with them ; cut the villains ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Alarum arms art thou Bard Bardolph bear blood Cade canst captain cousin crown dauphin dead death Doll dost doth duke duke of Burgundy duke of York earl England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur Harry hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Jack Cade Kath lady liege live look lord lord protector majesty master Mortimer ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Pucelle queen Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Shal Shallow shame sir John sir John Falstaff Sirrah soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto valiant Warwick Westmoreland word York
Passatges populars
Pàgina 94 - 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?
Pàgina 39 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Pàgina 77 - 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 60 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian: " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Pàgina 38 - With deaf'ning clamours 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.
Pàgina 48 - I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry : 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
Pàgina 68 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm; in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Pàgina 41 - 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 21 - 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...
Pàgina 12 - twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took 't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...