The Works of William Shakspeare, Tom 2C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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Strona 414
... Bard . What news ? Enter BARDOLPH . Gads . Case ye , case ye ; on with your visors : there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; ' tis going to the king's ex- chequer . Fal . You lie , you rogue ; ' tis going to the king ' tavern ...
... Bard . What news ? Enter BARDOLPH . Gads . Case ye , case ye ; on with your visors : there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; ' tis going to the king's ex- chequer . Fal . You lie , you rogue ; ' tis going to the king ' tavern ...
Strona 423
... Bard . ' Faith , I ran when I saw others run . P. Hen . Tell me now in earnest , How came Falstaff's sword so hacked ? Peto . Why , he hacked it with his dagger ; and said , he would swear truth out of England , but he would make you ...
... Bard . ' Faith , I ran when I saw others run . P. Hen . Tell me now in earnest , How came Falstaff's sword so hacked ? Peto . Why , he hacked it with his dagger ; and said , he would swear truth out of England , but he would make you ...
Strona 424
... Bard . What think you they portend ? P. Hen . Hot livers and cold purses . * Bard . Choler , my lord , if rightly taken . P. Hen . No , if rightly taken , halter . Re - enter FALSTAFF . Here comes lean Jack , here comes bare - bone ...
... Bard . What think you they portend ? P. Hen . Hot livers and cold purses . * Bard . Choler , my lord , if rightly taken . P. Hen . No , if rightly taken , halter . Re - enter FALSTAFF . Here comes lean Jack , here comes bare - bone ...
Strona 426
... Bard . O , my lord , my lord ; the sheriff , with a monstrous watch , is at the door . Fal . Out , you rogue ! play out the. * A young rabbit . † The machine which separates four from bran . A leathern drinking - can . Go ne faster than ...
... Bard . O , my lord , my lord ; the sheriff , with a monstrous watch , is at the door . Fal . Out , you rogue ! play out the. * A young rabbit . † The machine which separates four from bran . A leathern drinking - can . Go ne faster than ...
Strona 437
... church ! Company , villanous company , hath been the spoil of me . Bard . Sir John , you are so fretful ,. * Bonds . † Intelligence . + Have some flesh . * Admiral's ship . * Swoln , puffy . * SCENE III . ] 437 FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV .
... church ! Company , villanous company , hath been the spoil of me . Bard . Sir John , you are so fretful ,. * Bonds . † Intelligence . + Have some flesh . * Admiral's ship . * Swoln , puffy . * SCENE III . ] 437 FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV .
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art thou Banquo Bard Bardolph Bast bear Bianca Bion blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cousin death dost doth Dromio duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear friends Gaunt gentleman give grace Gremio grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven hither honour horse Hortensio Kate Kath king knave Lady Leon liege live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Madam majesty marry master mistress never noble Northumberland Padua pardon peace Percy Petruchio Poins pray prince queen Re-enter Rich Rousillon SCENE SERVANT Shal shame signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sirrah soul speak stand sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto villain wife wilt Witch word
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Strona 387 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
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Strona 237 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...