King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV. Part 1 ; King Henry IV. Part 2 ; Henry V ; King Henry VI. Part 1 ; King Henry VI. Part 2Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Արդյունքներ 100–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 983
... never ftir from off this Place , I would give it every Foot to have this Face : I would not be Sir Nobbe in any cafe . Eli . I like thee well ; wilt thou forfake thy Fortune , Bequeath thy Land to him , and follow me ? I am a Soldier ...
... never ftir from off this Place , I would give it every Foot to have this Face : I would not be Sir Nobbe in any cafe . Eli . I like thee well ; wilt thou forfake thy Fortune , Bequeath thy Land to him , and follow me ? I am a Soldier ...
Էջ 985
... never holp to make this Leg . Lady . Haft thou confpir'd with thy Brother too , That for thine own gain fhould'ft defend mine Honour ? What means this Scorn , thou moft untoward Knave ? Baft . Knight , Knight , good Mother , Bafilifco ...
... never holp to make this Leg . Lady . Haft thou confpir'd with thy Brother too , That for thine own gain fhould'ft defend mine Honour ? What means this Scorn , thou moft untoward Knave ? Baft . Knight , Knight , good Mother , Bafilifco ...
Էջ 990
... never was fo true begot ; It cannot be , and if thou wert his Mother . Eli . There's a good Mother , Boy , that blots thy Father . Conft . There's a good Grandam , Boy , That would blot thee . Auft . Peace . Baft . Hear the Crier . Auft ...
... never was fo true begot ; It cannot be , and if thou wert his Mother . Eli . There's a good Mother , Boy , that blots thy Father . Conft . There's a good Grandam , Boy , That would blot thee . Auft . Peace . Baft . Hear the Crier . Auft ...
Էջ 999
... never lov'd my felf ' Till now , infixed I beheld my felf , Drawn in the flattering Table of her Eye . [ Whispers with Blanch . Baft . Drawn in the flattering Table of her Eye , Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her Brow , And quarter'd ...
... never lov'd my felf ' Till now , infixed I beheld my felf , Drawn in the flattering Table of her Eye . [ Whispers with Blanch . Baft . Drawn in the flattering Table of her Eye , Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her Brow , And quarter'd ...
Էջ 1004
... never fee it , but a Holy - day . Conft . A wicked Day , and not a holy Day . What hath this Day deferv'd ? What hath it done , That it in golden Letters fhould be fet Among the high Tides in the Kalendar ? Nay , rather turn this Day ...
... never fee it , but a Holy - day . Conft . A wicked Day , and not a holy Day . What hath this Day deferv'd ? What hath it done , That it in golden Letters fhould be fet Among the high Tides in the Kalendar ? Nay , rather turn this Day ...
Common terms and phrases
againſt anfwer Arms art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph Blood Bulling Bullingbroke Cade Caufe Coufin Crown Dauphin Death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Duke of York e'er England Enter King Exeunt Exit Eyes faid Falstaff Father Faulconbridge fave fear felf felves feven fhall fhew fhould fight fince firft flain fome fpeak France ftand ftill fuch fweet give Grace Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n himſelf Hoft Honour Horfe Jack Cade Juft King Henry Lady Liege Lord Lord of Westmorland Love lyes Mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never Night noble Northumberland Peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins prefent Prifoner Prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Shal ſhall Sir John Soldiers Soul ſpeak Suffolk Sword Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Tongue Tork Treafon Unkle unto Warwick Weft whofe wilt worfe York
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Էջ 1281 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Էջ 1187 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Էջ 1297 - 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...
Էջ 1188 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Էջ 1315 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Էջ 1128 - When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Էջ 1315 - ... 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 ! [Exeunt . Alarum, and Chambers go off.
Էջ 1081 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Էջ 1343 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Էջ 1338 - Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins lay on the king!