The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volum 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pàgina 69
... hath desir'd to see thee more ; Which now doth that I would not have it do , Make blind itself with foolish tenderness . P. Hen . I shall hereafter , my thrice - gracious lord , Be more myself . K. Hen . For all the world , As thou art ...
... hath desir'd to see thee more ; Which now doth that I would not have it do , Make blind itself with foolish tenderness . P. Hen . I shall hereafter , my thrice - gracious lord , Be more myself . K. Hen . For all the world , As thou art ...
Pàgina 70
... hath he got Against renowned Douglas ; whose high deeds , Whose hot incursions , and great name in arms , Holds from all soldiers chief majority , And military title capital , Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ ? Thrice hath ...
... hath he got Against renowned Douglas ; whose high deeds , Whose hot incursions , and great name in arms , Holds from all soldiers chief majority , And military title capital , Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ ? Thrice hath ...
Pàgina 71
... hath the business that I come to speak of . Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word , - That SCENE 11 . 71 KING HENRY IV .
... hath the business that I come to speak of . Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word , - That SCENE 11 . 71 KING HENRY IV .
Pàgina 73
... hath been the spoil of me . Bard . Sir John , you are so fretful , you cannot live long . Fal . Why , there is it : -come , sing me a bawdy song ; make me merry . I was as virtuously given , as a gentle- man need to be ; virtuous enough ...
... hath been the spoil of me . Bard . Sir John , you are so fretful , you cannot live long . Fal . Why , there is it : -come , sing me a bawdy song ; make me merry . I was as virtuously given , as a gentle- man need to be ; virtuous enough ...
Pàgina 75
... hath nothing . Fal . How ! poor ? look upon his face ; What call you rich ? let them coin his nose , let them coin his cheeks ; I'll not pay a denier . What , will you make a younker of me ? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn , but ...
... hath nothing . Fal . How ! poor ? look upon his face ; What call you rich ? let them coin his nose , let them coin his cheeks ; I'll not pay a denier . What , will you make a younker of me ? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn , but ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 169 - 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 ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great...
Pàgina 169 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, 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 83 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Pàgina 279 - 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 ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
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 : — this earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Pàgina 98 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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 169 - ning 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?
Pàgina 279 - 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.
Pàgina 241 - 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 ? O, pardon!
Pàgina 341 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, — Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.