The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Том 4Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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... And for whose death , we in the world's wide Live scandaliz'd , and foully spoken of . [ mouth Hot . But , soft , I pray you : Did king Richard then Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer Heir to the crown ? SCENE 3 . 15 KING HENRY IV .
... And for whose death , we in the world's wide Live scandaliz'd , and foully spoken of . [ mouth Hot . But , soft , I pray you : Did king Richard then Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer Heir to the crown ? SCENE 3 . 15 KING HENRY IV .
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... live : You are grand - jurors , are ye ? We'll jure ye , i'faith . [ Exeunt Fal . & c . driving the Travellers out . Re - enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS . P. Hen . The thieves have bound the true men : Now could thou and I rob the thieves ...
... live : You are grand - jurors , are ye ? We'll jure ye , i'faith . [ Exeunt Fal . & c . driving the Travellers out . Re - enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS . P. Hen . The thieves have bound the true men : Now could thou and I rob the thieves ...
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... coward . - Go thy ways , old Jack ; die when thou wilt , if manhood , good manhood , be not forgot upon the face of the earth , then am I a shotten herring . There live not three good men unhanged in 32 ACT 2 . FIRST PART OF.
... coward . - Go thy ways , old Jack ; die when thou wilt , if manhood , good manhood , be not forgot upon the face of the earth , then am I a shotten herring . There live not three good men unhanged in 32 ACT 2 . FIRST PART OF.
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William Shakespeare. herring . There live not three good men unhanged in England ; and one of them is fat , and grows old : God help the while ! a bad world , I say ! I would I were a weaver ; I could sing psalms or any thing : A plague ...
William Shakespeare. herring . There live not three good men unhanged in England ; and one of them is fat , and grows old : God help the while ! a bad world , I say ! I would I were a weaver ; I could sing psalms or any thing : A plague ...
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... live , tell truth , and shame the devil . Mort . Come , come , No more of this unprofitable chat . [ head Glend . Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke inade Against my power : thrice from the banks of Wye , And sandy - bottom'd Severn ...
... live , tell truth , and shame the devil . Mort . Come , come , No more of this unprofitable chat . [ head Glend . Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke inade Against my power : thrice from the banks of Wye , And sandy - bottom'd Severn ...
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Alarum arms art thou Bard Bardolph bear blood Cade canst captain cousin crown dauphin dead death Doll dost doth duke duke of Burgundy duke of York earl England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur Harry hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Jack Cade Kath lady liege live look lord lord protector majesty master Mortimer ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Pucelle queen Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Shal Shallow shame sir John sir John Falstaff Sirrah soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto valiant Warwick Westmoreland word York
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Сторінка 94 - 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?
Сторінка 39 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, 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 intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Сторінка 77 - 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
Сторінка 60 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian: " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Сторінка 38 - With deaf'ning 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.
Сторінка 48 - I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry : 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
Сторінка 68 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm; in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Сторінка 41 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; Banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish...
Сторінка 21 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one. even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Сторінка 12 - 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...