Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: King Henry IV ; Henry V ; King Henry VI, part 1Chatto & Windus, 1885 |
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Pàgina 125
... Pist . ' Save you , Sir John . Falst . Welcome Ancient Pistol . Here ( Pistol ) I charge you with a Cup of Sacke : doe you discharge upon mine Hostesse . Pist . I will discharge upon her ( Sir John ) with two Bullets . Falst . She is ...
... Pist . ' Save you , Sir John . Falst . Welcome Ancient Pistol . Here ( Pistol ) I charge you with a Cup of Sacke : doe you discharge upon mine Hostesse . Pist . I will discharge upon her ( Sir John ) with two Bullets . Falst . She is ...
Pàgina 126
... Pist . I will murther your Ruffe , for this . Host . No , good Captaine Pistol : not heere , sweete Captaine . Dol ... Pist . Not I : I tell thee what , Corporall Bardolph , I could teare her : Ile be reveng❜d on her . Page . ' Pray ...
... Pist . I will murther your Ruffe , for this . Host . No , good Captaine Pistol : not heere , sweete Captaine . Dol ... Pist . Not I : I tell thee what , Corporall Bardolph , I could teare her : Ile be reveng❜d on her . Page . ' Pray ...
Pàgina 127
... Pist . Then feed , and be fat ( my faire Calipolis . ) Come , give me some sack , Si fortune me tormente , sperato ... Pist . Sweet Knight , I kisse thy Neaffe : what ? wee have seene the seven Starres . Dol . Thrust him downe stayres ...
... Pist . Then feed , and be fat ( my faire Calipolis . ) Come , give me some sack , Si fortune me tormente , sperato ... Pist . Sweet Knight , I kisse thy Neaffe : what ? wee have seene the seven Starres . Dol . Thrust him downe stayres ...
Pàgina 179
... Pist . Sir John , ' save you sir . Fal . What winde blew you hither , Pistoll ? Pist . Not the ill winde which blowes none to good , sweet Knight : Thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realme . Sil . Indeed , I thinke he bee ...
... Pist . Sir John , ' save you sir . Fal . What winde blew you hither , Pistoll ? Pist . Not the ill winde which blowes none to good , sweet Knight : Thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realme . Sil . Indeed , I thinke he bee ...
Pàgina 180
... Pist . A footra for the World , and Worldlings base , I speake of Affrica , and Golden joyes . Fal . O base Assyrian Knight , what is thy newes ? Let King Couitha know the truth thereof . Sil . And Robin - hood , Scarlet , and John . Pist ...
... Pist . A footra for the World , and Worldlings base , I speake of Affrica , and Golden joyes . Fal . O base Assyrian Knight , what is thy newes ? Let King Couitha know the truth thereof . Sil . And Robin - hood , Scarlet , and John . Pist ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Alanson Alarum Armes art thou Bard Bardolfe Bardolph Bish blood Captaine Collevile Const Constable of France Cousin Crowne dayes dead death do'st Dolph Dolphin doth Dowglas Duke Earle England English Enter Exeter Exeunt Exit Falst Falstaffe Father feare flye France French friends give Glost Gloster Gower Grace Harry Harry Percy hath heare heart Heaven heere Henry Honor Horse Hostesse Hotsp Kate Kath King Liege looke Lord Majestie morrow ne're never night Noble Northumberland Orleance Peace Percy Pist Pistoll Poin pray prethee Prince Prince of Wales Pucell Puzel Reignier Richard Plantagenet Scana selfe Shal Shallow shee shew Sir John Sir John Falstaffe Somerset Sonne Souldiers Soveraigne speake Sunne sweet Sword Talb Talbot tell thee thine thinke thou art thou hast thou wilt Unckle unto valiant Warre wee'le Westmerland yeeld yeeres Yorke
Passatges populars
Pàgina 283 - Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night ! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death ! King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Pàgina 133 - With deafning 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 220 - 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-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. Now...
Pàgina 87 - 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 220 - 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...
Pàgina 190 - tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there ; jumping o'er times ; Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass...
Pàgina 133 - 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...
Pàgina 213 - A made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child; 'a parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' end, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.
Pàgina 45 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Pàgina 11 - He was perfumed like a milliner; And '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...