The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Svazek 5Dove, 1830 |
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Strana 18
... English na- tion , if they have a good thing , to make it too common . If you will needs say , I am an old man , you should give me rest . I would to God , my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is . I were better to be eaten ...
... English na- tion , if they have a good thing , to make it too common . If you will needs say , I am an old man , you should give me rest . I would to God , my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is . I were better to be eaten ...
Strana 37
... English Poetry . - STEEVENS . Sick of a calm : ] I suppose she means to say of a qualm . - STEEVENS . -fat rascals , ] Falstaff alludes to a phrase of the forest . Lean deer are called rascal deer . He tells her she calls him wrong ...
... English Poetry . - STEEVENS . Sick of a calm : ] I suppose she means to say of a qualm . - STEEVENS . -fat rascals , ] Falstaff alludes to a phrase of the forest . Lean deer are called rascal deer . He tells her she calls him wrong ...
Strana 81
... English , and of Scots , Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown : The manner and true order of the fight , This packet , please it you , contains at large . K. Hen . And wherefore should these good news make me sick ? Will fortune ...
... English , and of Scots , Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown : The manner and true order of the fight , This packet , please it you , contains at large . K. Hen . And wherefore should these good news make me sick ? Will fortune ...
Strana 84
... English kings . Thy due , from me , Is tears , and heavy sorrows of the blood ; Which nature , love , and filial tenderness , Shall , O dear father , pay thee plenteously : My due , from thee , is this imperial crown ; Which , as ...
... English kings . Thy due , from me , Is tears , and heavy sorrows of the blood ; Which nature , love , and filial tenderness , Shall , O dear father , pay thee plenteously : My due , from thee , is this imperial crown ; Which , as ...
Strana 86
... English court assemble now , From every region , apes of idleness ! Now , neighbour confines , purge you of your scum : Have you a ruffian , that will swear , drink , dance , Revel the night ; rob , murder , and commit The oldest sins ...
... English court assemble now , From every region , apes of idleness ! Now , neighbour confines , purge you of your scum : Have you a ruffian , that will swear , drink , dance , Revel the night ; rob , murder , and commit The oldest sins ...
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Alarum arms Bard Bardolph bear blood brother Cade captain Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward enemy England English Enter King HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head hear heart heaven Henry's Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade lady liege look lord lord protector majesty Margaret master never night noble Northumberland peace Pist Pistol Poins pray prince PUCELLE queen Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Shal sir John sir John Falstaff soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak STEEVENS Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor unto Warwick Westmoreland wilt words
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Strana 49 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Strana 146 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!
Strana 111 - 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.
Strana 48 - 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 ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody...
Strana 181 - 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.
Strana 25 - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcelgilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsunweek, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it?
Strana 248 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose : And here I prophesy ; — This brawl to-day Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden. Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Strana 499 - Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!' And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Strana 442 - To kings that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth! And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Strana 123 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...