The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Tom 7Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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... sir John Falstaff occupies the most conspicuous part . PERSONS REPRESENTED . KING HENRY THE FOURTH . HENRY , Prince Henry, Falstaff, Poins, &c —Ditto.
... sir John Falstaff occupies the most conspicuous part . PERSONS REPRESENTED . KING HENRY THE FOURTH . HENRY , Prince Henry, Falstaff, Poins, &c —Ditto.
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... SIR RICHARD VERNON . SIR JOHN FALSTAFF . SIR MICHAEL , a friend of the archbishop of York . POINS . GADSHILL PETO . BARDOLPH . LADY PERCY , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . LADY MORTIMER , daughter to Glendower , and wife to ...
... SIR RICHARD VERNON . SIR JOHN FALSTAFF . SIR MICHAEL , a friend of the archbishop of York . POINS . GADSHILL PETO . BARDOLPH . LADY PERCY , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . LADY MORTIMER , daughter to Glendower , and wife to ...
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... sir John Sack - and- Sugar ? Jack , how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul , that thou soldest him on Good Friday last , for a cup of Madeira , and a cold capon's leg ? P. Hen . Sir John stands to his word ; the devil shall have ...
... sir John Sack - and- Sugar ? Jack , how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul , that thou soldest him on Good Friday last , for a cup of Madeira , and a cold capon's leg ? P. Hen . Sir John stands to his word ; the devil shall have ...
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... Lord , I'll be a traitor then , when thou art king . P. Hen . I care not . Poins . Sir John , I pr'ythee , leave the prince and me alone : I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure , that he shall go . Fal . Well , mayst thou ...
... Lord , I'll be a traitor then , when thou art king . P. Hen . I care not . Poins . Sir John , I pr'ythee , leave the prince and me alone : I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure , that he shall go . Fal . Well , mayst thou ...
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... sir John hangs with me ; and , thou knowest , he's no starveling . Tut ! there are other Trojans that thou dreamest not of , the which , for sport sake , are content to do the profession some grace ; that would , if matters should be ...
... sir John hangs with me ; and , thou knowest , he's no starveling . Tut ! there are other Trojans that thou dreamest not of , the which , for sport sake , are content to do the profession some grace ; that would , if matters should be ...
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Strona 202 - With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king...
Strona 378 - God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Strona 331 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Strona 287 - On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth So great an object : Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt...
Strona 55 - Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand.? come, tell us your reason; what sayest thou to this? Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason, Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion!
Strona 321 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom* child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Strona 287 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Strona 379 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian : ' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say ' These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Strona 28 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities: But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
Strona 201 - 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, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...