The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, Part 38,Volum 3 |
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Pàgina 201
... Falstaff , but a Corinthian , a lad of metal , a good boy , -by the Lord , so they call me ; and when I am King of England , I shall command all the good lads in Eastcheap . They call drinking deep , dying scarlet ; and when you breathe ...
... Falstaff , but a Corinthian , a lad of metal , a good boy , -by the Lord , so they call me ; and when I am King of England , I shall command all the good lads in Eastcheap . They call drinking deep , dying scarlet ; and when you breathe ...
Pàgina 203
... Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at the door ; shall we be merry ? Poins . As merry as crickets , my lad . But hark ye ! What cunning match have you made with this jest of the drawer ? come , what's the issue ? P. Hen . I am now ...
... Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at the door ; shall we be merry ? Poins . As merry as crickets , my lad . But hark ye ! What cunning match have you made with this jest of the drawer ? come , what's the issue ? P. Hen . I am now ...
Pàgina 204
... Falstaff . I'll play Percy , and that damn'd brawn shall play Dame Mortimer , his wife . Rivo , says the drunkard . Call in ribs , call in tallow . Enter FALSTAFF , GADSHILL , BARdolph , and PETO . Poins . Welcome , Jack . Where hast ...
... Falstaff . I'll play Percy , and that damn'd brawn shall play Dame Mortimer , his wife . Rivo , says the drunkard . Call in ribs , call in tallow . Enter FALSTAFF , GADSHILL , BARdolph , and PETO . Poins . Welcome , Jack . Where hast ...
Pàgina 208
... Falstaff , you carried your guts away as nimbly , with as quick dexterity , and roared for mercy , and still ran and roared , as ever I heard bull - calf . What a slave art thou , to hack thy sword as thou hast done , and then say , it ...
... Falstaff , you carried your guts away as nimbly , with as quick dexterity , and roared for mercy , and still ran and roared , as ever I heard bull - calf . What a slave art thou , to hack thy sword as thou hast done , and then say , it ...
Pàgina 209
... they portend ? P. Hen . Hot livers and cold purses . Bard . Choler , my lord , if rightly taken . P. Hen . No , if rightly taken , halter . Re - enter FALstaff . Here comes lean Jack , III . P SC . IV . 209 KING HENRY IV .
... they portend ? P. Hen . Hot livers and cold purses . Bard . Choler , my lord , if rightly taken . P. Hen . No , if rightly taken , halter . Re - enter FALstaff . Here comes lean Jack , III . P SC . IV . 209 KING HENRY IV .
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 81 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pàgina 52 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pàgina 394 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en 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 259 - 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 50 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb ; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Pàgina 130 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Pàgina 312 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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 intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Pàgina 435 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Pàgina 183 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Pàgina 401 - 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...