The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 8E. H. Dumont, 1901 |
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... Sweet knight , thou art one of the greatest men in the realm , " Silence assents from politeness , but with a reservation- " By ' r Lady , I think he be , but Goodman Puff of Barson . " Again , when they are all at dinner , and Silence ...
... Sweet knight , thou art one of the greatest men in the realm , " Silence assents from politeness , but with a reservation- " By ' r Lady , I think he be , but Goodman Puff of Barson . " Again , when they are all at dinner , and Silence ...
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... sweet disgrace , And make thee rich for doing me such wrong . Mor . You are too great to be by me gainsaid : Your spirit is too true , your fears too certain . North . Yet , for all this , say not that Percy's dead . I see a strange ...
... sweet disgrace , And make thee rich for doing me such wrong . Mor . You are too great to be by me gainsaid : Your spirit is too true , your fears too certain . North . Yet , for all this , say not that Percy's dead . I see a strange ...
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... Sweet earl , divorce not wisdom from your honour . Mor . The lives of all your loving complices Lean on your health ; the which , if you give o'er To stormy passion , must perforce decay . You cast the event of war , my noble lord , And ...
... Sweet earl , divorce not wisdom from your honour . Mor . The lives of all your loving complices Lean on your health ; the which , if you give o'er To stormy passion , must perforce decay . You cast the event of war , my noble lord , And ...
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... sweet wit for it . But look you pray , all you that kiss my lady Peace at home , that our armies join not in a hot day ; for , by the Lord , I take but two shirts out with me , and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily : if it be a hot ...
... sweet wit for it . But look you pray , all you that kiss my lady Peace at home , that our armies join not in a hot day ; for , by the Lord , I take but two shirts out with me , and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily : if it be a hot ...
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... sweet wife , my honour is at pawn ; ΙΟ And , but my going , nothing can redeem it . Lady P. O yet , for God's sake , go not to these wars ! The time was , father , that you broke your word , When you were more endear'd to it than now ...
... sweet wife , my honour is at pawn ; ΙΟ And , but my going , nothing can redeem it . Lady P. O yet , for God's sake , go not to these wars ! The time was , father , that you broke your word , When you were more endear'd to it than now ...
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Alarum Alençon arms Bard Bardolph battle blood brother Burgundy Capell captain Char conj cousin crown Dauphin dead death doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Duke of York Earl emendation England English Enter Exeter Exeunt Exit Falstaff father fear Fluellen Folios France French friends give Glou Gloucester grace hand Harfleur Harry hast hath heart Henry IV Henry VI Henry's Holinshed honour Host Joan Joan of Arc Kate Kath King Henry King's knight look lord majesty Master never noble Northumberland Orleans peace Pist Pistol play Poet Poins Pope pray Prince Prol Pucelle Quarto Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Rouen Scene Shakespeare Shal Shallow Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers Somerset speak spirit sweet sword Talbot tell thee thing thou art unto Warwick Westmoreland words York ΙΟ
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Страница 99 - 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 accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Страница 22 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Страница 73 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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 intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Страница 118 - 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.
Страница 44 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Страница 71 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes...
Страница 58 - 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...
Страница 72 - Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! O, 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 and die.
Страница 170 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Страница 70 - O sleep, 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, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with...