The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Том 4Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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... sword , Came there a certain lord , neat , trimly dress'd , Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin , new reap'd , Show'd like a stubble - land at harvest - home : He was perfumed like a milliner ; And ' twixt his finger and his thumb he ...
... sword , Came there a certain lord , neat , trimly dress'd , Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin , new reap'd , Show'd like a stubble - land at harvest - home : He was perfumed like a milliner ; And ' twixt his finger and his thumb he ...
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William Shakespeare. Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke : And that same sword - and - buckler prince of Wales , —— But that I think his father loves him not , And would be glad he met with some mischance , I'd have him poison'd ...
William Shakespeare. Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke : And that same sword - and - buckler prince of Wales , —— But that I think his father loves him not , And would be glad he met with some mischance , I'd have him poison'd ...
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... sword with a dozen of them two hours together . I have ' scap'd by miracle . I am eight times thrust through the doublet ; four , through the hose ; my buckler cut through and through ; my sword hacked like a hand - saw , ecce sig- num ...
... sword with a dozen of them two hours together . I have ' scap'd by miracle . I am eight times thrust through the doublet ; four , through the hose ; my buckler cut through and through ; my sword hacked like a hand - saw , ecce sig- num ...
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... sword as thou hast done ; and then say , was in fight ! What trick , what device , what starting- hole , canst thou now find out , to hide thee from this open and apparent shame ? it Poins . Come , let's hear , Jack ; What trick hast ...
... sword as thou hast done ; and then say , was in fight ! What trick , what device , what starting- hole , canst thou now find out , to hide thee from this open and apparent shame ? it Poins . Come , let's hear , Jack ; What trick hast ...
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... sword so hacked ? Peto . Why , he hacked it with his dagger ; and said , he would swear truth out of England , but he would make you believe it was done in fight ; and persuaded us to do the like . Bard . Yea , and to tickle our noses ...
... sword so hacked ? Peto . Why , he hacked it with his dagger ; and said , he would swear truth out of England , but he would make you believe it was done in fight ; and persuaded us to do the like . Bard . Yea , and to tickle our noses ...
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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...