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, Volum 7 |
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Pàgina 13
... thou hast called her to a reckoning many a time and oft . P. Hen . Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part ? Fal . No ; I'll give thee thy due , thou hast paid all there . P. Hen . Yea , and elsewhere , so far as my coin would ...
... thou hast called her to a reckoning many a time and oft . P. Hen . Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part ? Fal . No ; I'll give thee thy due , thou hast paid all there . P. Hen . Yea , and elsewhere , so far as my coin would ...
Pàgina 15
... thou hast damnable iteration ; 1 and art , indeed , able to corrupt a saint . Thou hast done much harm upon me , Hal , -God forgive thee for it ! Before I knew thee , Hal , I knew nothing ; and now am I , if a man should speak truly ...
... thou hast damnable iteration ; 1 and art , indeed , able to corrupt a saint . Thou hast done much harm upon me , Hal , -God forgive thee for it ! Before I knew thee , Hal , I knew nothing ; and now am I , if a man should speak truly ...
Pàgina 56
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Pàgina 88
... thou hadst been an ignis fatuus , or a ball of wildfire , there's no purchase in money . O , thou art a perpetual triumph , an everlasting bonfire- light ! Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and torches , walking with thee in ...
... thou hadst been an ignis fatuus , or a ball of wildfire , there's no purchase in money . O , thou art a perpetual triumph , an everlasting bonfire- light ! Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and torches , walking with thee in ...
Pàgina 125
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. P. Hen . By heaven , thou hast deceived me , Lan- caster : I did not think thee lord of such a spirit : Before , I loved thee as a brother , John ; But now , I do respect thee as my soul . K. Hen ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. P. Hen . By heaven , thou hast deceived me , Lan- caster : I did not think thee lord of such a spirit : Before , I loved thee as a brother , John ; But now , I do respect thee as my soul . K. Hen ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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 live 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 thou art thou hast unto Westmoreland wilt Worcester
Passatges populars
Pàgina 346 - 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.
Pàgina 180 - 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 112 - 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 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!
Pàgina 295 - 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 261 - 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 128 - 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.
Pàgina 347 - Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.