The Plays of Shakspeare, Том 5Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... Thou art so fat - witted , with drinking of old sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know . What a devil hast thou to do ...
... Thou art so fat - witted , with drinking of old sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know . What a devil hast thou to do ...
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... 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 stretch ...
... 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 stretch ...
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... thou art heir - apparent - But , J pr'ythee , sweet wag , shall there be ... hath no lean wardrobe . ' Sblood , I am as melancholy as a gib cat , or a lugged ... hast the most unsavoury similes , and art , indeed , the most comparative ...
... thou art heir - apparent - But , J pr'ythee , sweet wag , shall there be ... hath no lean wardrobe . ' Sblood , I am as melancholy as a gib cat , or a lugged ... hast the most unsavoury similes , and art , indeed , the most comparative ...
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... Thou didst well ; for wisdom cries out in the streets , and no man regards it . Fal . O , thou hast damnable iteration , and art , indeed , able to corrupt a saint . Thou hast done much harm upon me , Hal , -God forgive thee for it ...
... Thou didst well ; for wisdom cries out in the streets , and no man regards it . Fal . O , thou hast damnable iteration , and art , indeed , able to corrupt a saint . Thou hast done much harm upon me , Hal , -God forgive thee for it ...
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... thee ! hast thou never an eye in thy head ? canst not hear ? An't were not as good a deed as drink , to break the pate of thee , I 42 [ Act II . KING HENRY IV .
... thee ! hast thou never an eye in thy head ? canst not hear ? An't were not as good a deed as drink , to break the pate of thee , I 42 [ Act II . KING HENRY IV .
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anon Archbishop Archbishop of York Bard Bardolph Battle of Shrewsbury blood Blunt brother captain Chief Justice cousin crown Davy dead death Dericke Doll dost doth Douglas Earl Eastcheap Enter Exeunt Exit faith father fear fellow France giue give Glend Glendower grace hand hang Harry Harry Percy hath haue head hear heart honour horse Host Hostess Hotspur Iohn Iudge Jack Kate King Henry King of England Lady look Lord chiefe Iustice Maiestie Marry Master Shallow merry Mortimer Mowb never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Peto Pist Poins pr'ythee pray Prince HENRY Prince JOHN Prince of Wales prisoners rascal Re-enter rogue sack SCENE Shal Shrewsbury Sir John Falstaff Sir John Oldcastle sonne soul speak stand sweet sword tell thee Theefe thou art thou hast thou shalt villain Westmoreland wilt Worcester word Zounds
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Сторінка 26 - 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...
Сторінка 29 - 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...
Сторінка 23 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife " Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.
Сторінка 108 - God ! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, — Weary of solid firmness, — melt itself Into the sea ! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! 0, if this were seen, The happiest youth, — viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, — Would shut the book, and sit him down...
Сторінка 27 - And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes...
Сторінка 30 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!— And telling me the sovereign's!
Сторінка 147 - 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.
Сторінка 146 - Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth : I better brook the loss of brittle life, Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh : But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
Сторінка 176 - The tide of blood in me Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now: Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea, Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, And flow henceforth in formal majesty.