The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Henry IV, pt. 2. Henry V. Henry VI, pts. 1-3Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Strona 42
... Pist . ' Save you , sir John ! Fal . Welcome , ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack ; do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pist . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is pistol ...
... Pist . ' Save you , sir John ! Fal . Welcome , ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack ; do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pist . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is pistol ...
Strona 43
... Pist . I will murder your ruff for this . Fal . No more , Pistol ; I would not have you go off here ; discharge ... Pist . Not I ; tell thee what , corporal Bardolph ; - I could tear her ; -I'll be revenged on her . Page . ' Pray thee ...
... Pist . I will murder your ruff for this . Fal . No more , Pistol ; I would not have you go off here ; discharge ... Pist . Not I ; tell thee what , corporal Bardolph ; - I could tear her ; -I'll be revenged on her . Page . ' Pray thee ...
Strona 44
... Pist . Die men , like dogs ; give crowns like pins . Have we not Hiren here ? Host . O ' my word , captain , there's none such here . What the good - year ! do you think I would deny her ? for God's sake , be quiet . Pist . Then feed ...
... Pist . Die men , like dogs ; give crowns like pins . Have we not Hiren here ? Host . O ' my word , captain , there's none such here . What the good - year ! do you think I would deny her ? for God's sake , be quiet . Pist . Then feed ...
Strona 45
... Pist . Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Gal- loway nags ? 1 Fal . Quoit him down , Bardolph , like a shove - groat shilling . Nay , if he do nothing but speak nothing , he shall be nothing here . Bard . Come , get you down stairs . Pist ...
... Pist . Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Gal- loway nags ? 1 Fal . Quoit him down , Bardolph , like a shove - groat shilling . Nay , if he do nothing but speak nothing , he shall be nothing here . Bard . Come , get you down stairs . Pist ...
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... Pist . God save you , sir John ! Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good . - Sweet knight , thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a be ; but ...
... Pist . God save you , sir John ! Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good . - Sweet knight , thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a be ; but ...
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