The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Том 3Harper & Bros., 1839 |
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... FALSTAFF . POINS . GADSHILL . РЕТО . BARDOLPH . Lady PERCY , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . Lady MORTIMER , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mor- timer . Mrs. QUICKLY , hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers ...
... FALSTAFF . POINS . GADSHILL . РЕТО . BARDOLPH . Lady PERCY , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . Lady MORTIMER , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mor- timer . Mrs. QUICKLY , hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers ...
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... FALSTAFF . Fal . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? P. Hen . 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 de- mand ...
... FALSTAFF . Fal . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? P. Hen . 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 de- mand ...
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... Falstaff asks whether his hostess is not a sweet wench , ' the prince asks in return , whether it will not be a sweet thing to go to prison by running in debt to this sweet wench . • JOHNSON VOL . III . 30 Fal . Yea , and so used it ...
... Falstaff asks whether his hostess is not a sweet wench , ' the prince asks in return , whether it will not be a sweet thing to go to prison by running in debt to this sweet wench . • JOHNSON VOL . III . 30 Fal . Yea , and so used it ...
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... FALSTAFF Poins . Now , my good sweet honey lord , ride with us to - morrow ; I have a jest to execute , that I cannot man- age alone . Falstaff , Bardolph , Peto , and Gadshill , shall rob those men that we have already way - laid ...
... FALSTAFF Poins . Now , my good sweet honey lord , ride with us to - morrow ; I have a jest to execute , that I cannot man- age alone . Falstaff , Bardolph , Peto , and Gadshill , shall rob those men that we have already way - laid ...
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... FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal ; What a brawling dost thou keep ? Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? 6 P. Hen . He is walked up to the top of the hill ; I'll go seek him ...
... FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! P. Hen . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal ; What a brawling dost thou keep ? Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? 6 P. Hen . He is walked up to the top of the hill ; I'll go seek him ...
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Страница 64 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
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Страница 470 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down.
Страница 307 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Страница 418 - 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
Страница 284 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Страница 408 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Страница 63 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Страница 148 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Страница 307 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?