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 31
... horse , you rogues ; give me my horse , and be hanged . P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - guts ! lie down ; lay thine ear close to the ground , and list if thou canst hear the tread of travellers . Fal . Have you any levers to lift me up again ...
... horse , you rogues ; give me my horse , and be hanged . P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - guts ! lie down ; lay thine ear close to the ground , and list if thou canst hear the tread of travellers . Fal . Have you any levers to lift me up again ...
Pàgina 32
... horse ; good king's son . P. Hen . Out , you rogue ! shall I be your ostler ! Fal . Go , hang thyself in thy own heir - apparent gar- ters ! If I be ta'en , I'll peach for this . An I have not ballads made on you all , and sung to ...
... horse ; good king's son . P. Hen . Out , you rogue ! shall I be your ostler ! Fal . Go , hang thyself in thy own heir - apparent gar- ters ! If I be ta'en , I'll peach for this . An I have not ballads made on you all , and sung to ...
Pàgina 33
... horse stands behind the hedge ; when thou needest him , there thou shalt find him . Farewell , and stand fast . Fal ... horses down the hill : we'll walk afoot a while , and ease our legs . Thieves . Stand . Trav . Jesu bless us ...
... horse stands behind the hedge ; when thou needest him , there thou shalt find him . Farewell , and stand fast . Fal ... horses down the hill : we'll walk afoot a while , and ease our legs . Thieves . Stand . Trav . Jesu bless us ...
Pàgina 34
... horse before day . An the prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards , there's no equity stirring : there's no more valour in that Poins , than in a wild duck . P. Hen . Your money . Poins . Villains . [ Rushing out upon them . [ As ...
... horse before day . An the prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards , there's no equity stirring : there's no more valour in that Poins , than in a wild duck . P. Hen . Your money . Poins . Villains . [ Rushing out upon them . [ As ...
Pàgina 36
... horses from the she- Serv . One horse , my lord , he brought. riff ? 36 ACT II . FIRST PART OF.
... horses from the she- Serv . One horse , my lord , he brought. riff ? 36 ACT II . FIRST PART OF.
Frases i termes més freqüents
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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.