| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 632 страници
...Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exit. Fal. Tis not due yet; I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward...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 it... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 480 страници
...friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exit. Fal. 'Tis not...Air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 страници
...save thy life." Malone. that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but h6w if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ?...in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trkn reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. L,oth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it?... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1807 - 382 страници
...friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exit. Fal. Tis not due...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 Shakespeare - 1811 - 544 страници
...and farewell. Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. Fal. Tis not due yet ; I would be loath to pay him...A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - 534 страници
...pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg I No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound...A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1810 - 454 страници
...friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exit. fal. 'Tis not...hath no skill in surgery then ^ No. What is honour i A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour? >Vir. A trim reckoning! —Who hath it... | |
| Charles Johnson - 1813 - 556 страници
...with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter, Honour pricks n\e on. But 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 trimreckoning. Who hath it ? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it ?... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1819 - 560 страници
...loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tie no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour...honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take a way the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1821 - 456 страници
...bedaine, Que par laville ira le bruit de mon trepas, Dites-moi, mon honneur, en serez vous plus gras ? take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no...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... | |
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