“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Том 10G. Fleischer the younger, 1807 |
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... word of it . Ely , I'll wait upon you ; and I long to hear it , [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . A Room of State in the same , Enter King HENRY , GLOSTER , BEDFORD , EXETER , WARWICK , WESTMORELAND , and Attendants . K. Hen . Where is ...
... word of it . Ely , I'll wait upon you ; and I long to hear it , [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . A Room of State in the same , Enter King HENRY , GLOSTER , BEDFORD , EXETER , WARWICK , WESTMORELAND , and Attendants . K. Hen . Where is ...
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... word ? I thee defy again . Ohound of Crete , think'st thou my spouse to get ? No ; to the spital go , And from the powdering tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind , Doll Tear - sheet she by name , and her espouse ...
... word ? I thee defy again . Ohound of Crete , think'st thou my spouse to get ? No ; to the spital go , And from the powdering tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind , Doll Tear - sheet she by name , and her espouse ...
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... word is , Pitch and pay ; Trust none ; For oaths are straws , men's faiths are wafer- cakes , And hold - fast is the only dog , my duck ; Therefore , caveto be thy counsellor . Go , clear thy chrystals . Yoke - fellows in arms , Let us ...
... word is , Pitch and pay ; Trust none ; For oaths are straws , men's faiths are wafer- cakes , And hold - fast is the only dog , my duck ; Therefore , caveto be thy counsellor . Go , clear thy chrystals . Yoke - fellows in arms , Let us ...
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... words , and keeps whole weapons . For Nym , he hath heard , - ― that men of few words are the best men ; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers , lest ' a should be thought a coward : but his few bad words are match'd with as few ...
... words , and keeps whole weapons . For Nym , he hath heard , - ― that men of few words are the best men ; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers , lest ' a should be thought a coward : but his few bad words are match'd with as few ...
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... word of England's fall . [ Exeunt , SCENE VI . The English Camp in Picardy . Enter GoWER and FLUELLEN . Gow . How now , Captain Fluellen ? came you from the bridge ? Flu . I assure you , there is very excellent ser- vice committed at ...
... word of England's fall . [ Exeunt , SCENE VI . The English Camp in Picardy . Enter GoWER and FLUELLEN . Gow . How now , Captain Fluellen ? came you from the bridge ? Flu . I assure you , there is very excellent ser- vice committed at ...
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Alarum Alen Alençon Alice arms Bardolph Bastard battle battle of Agincourt Bedford blood brave Burgundy called Captain Char Charles Constable of France crown Dauphin dead death doth Duke of Burgundy Duke of York Earl Earl of Cambridge England English Enter King HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight Fluellen folio France French friends give Gloster goot Grace Harfleur hast hath heart Holinshed honour John JOHNSON Kate Kath King Henry VI King's knight Liege Lord Majesty MALONE MASON means Mortimer never noble numbers old copy Orleans passage peace Pist Pistol Plantagenet play Pope Prince prisoners PUCELLE quarto ransom Reig Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet RITSON Salisbury SCENE sense Shakspeare soldier Somerset soul speak STEEVENS sword Talbot tell thee Theobald treason uncle unto WARBURTON Warwick Winchester word
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Сторінка 67 - NOW entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret .whispers of each other's watch. Fire answers fire ; and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber
Сторінка 43 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, shew us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are -worth your breeding : -which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Сторінка 69 - There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out ; For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful and good husbandry.
Сторінка 233 - tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there ; jumping o'er times ; Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass...
Сторінка 83 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Сторінка 43 - ... grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry ! England ! and Saint George ! [Exeunt . Alarum,...
Сторінка 17 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Сторінка 43 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.
Сторінка 84 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition* : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd, they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Сторінка 76 - Must kings neglect that private men enjoy! And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony— save general ceremony?