 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 984 страници
...set on them : And God befriend us, as our cause is just ! [Exeunt KING, BLUNT, anil Print* JOHN. Fat. Let not your private discord keep away The levied succours reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 504 страници
...our cause is just! [Exeunt King, BLUNT, and Prince JOHN. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the buttle, and bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship. P....that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 страници
...him that calls not on me T Well, 'tis no matter — honour pricks me on. Bat how, if honour pricks me off when I come on ? How then ? Can honour set...surgery, then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is that word honour ? Air ; a trim reckoning1. Who hath it ? He that died a Wednesday. Doth he feel it?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 422 страници
...well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death % [Exit. Fal. 'Tis not due yet ; I would be loath to pay bim before his day. What need I be so forward with him...that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o' Wednesday- Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it ? No.... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 556 страници
...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...surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is that word, honour ) Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 514 страници
...will not now be troubled with reply ; We offer fair, take it advisedly. [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON. P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life : The...that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 560 страници
...[Exeunt KING, BLUNT, and PRINCE JOHN. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me 10, so ; 'tis a point of friendship. P. Hen. Nothing but...that word, honour ? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died ©'Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 страници
...would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Eiit. Fal. "I i-. reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No.... | |
 | 1826 - 508 страници
...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...surgery then? No. What is honour ? A word. What is that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it?... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1827 - 362 страници
...with him in a single fight. FALSTAFF'S CATECHISM. Well, 'tis no matter: Honour pricks me on. Tea, tut how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then?...that word? Honour. What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning! — I Who hath it ? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it,? No. Doth he. hear it ?... | |
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Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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.... 
