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Страница 17 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness ; Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Страница 26 - If he fall in, good night ! or sink or swim : Send danger from the east unto the west, So honour cross it from the north to south, And let them grapple : O, the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare ! North.
Страница 18 - If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
Страница 21 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Страница 45 - I know you wise ; but yet no further wise, Than Harry Percy's wife : constant you are; But yet a woman : and for secrecy, No lady closer : for I well believe, Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know 4 ; And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate!
Страница 21 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!
Страница 97 - 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 64 - Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.