The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Հատոր 4Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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... lord of the council rated me the other day in the street about you , sir ; but I marked him not : and yet he talked ... Lord , an I do not , I am a villain ; I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom . P. Hen . Where shall we ...
... lord of the council rated me the other day in the street about you , sir ; but I marked him not : and yet he talked ... Lord , an I do not , I am a villain ; I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom . P. Hen . Where shall we ...
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... lord , — K. Hen . Worcester , get thee gone , for I see danger And disobedience in thine eye : O , sir , Your presence is too bold and peremptory , And majesty might never yet endure The moody frontier of a servant brow . You have good ...
... lord , — K. Hen . Worcester , get thee gone , for I see danger And disobedience in thine eye : O , sir , Your presence is too bold and peremptory , And majesty might never yet endure The moody frontier of a servant brow . You have good ...
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... lord , I could be well contented to be there , in respect of the love 1 bear your house . He could be contented , -Why is he not then ? In respect of the love he bears our house : -he shows in this , he loves his own barn better than he ...
... lord , I could be well contented to be there , in respect of the love 1 bear your house . He could be contented , -Why is he not then ? In respect of the love he bears our house : -he shows in this , he loves his own barn better than he ...
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... lord , why are you thus alone ? For what offence have I , this fortnight , been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , sweet lord , what is't that takes from thee Thy stomach , pleasure , and thy golden sleep ? Why dost thou ...
... lord , why are you thus alone ? For what offence have I , this fortnight , been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , sweet lord , what is't that takes from thee Thy stomach , pleasure , and thy golden sleep ? Why dost thou ...
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... lord , an hour ago . Hot . Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff ? Serv . One horse , my lord , he brought , even now . Hot . What horse ? a roan , a crop - ear , is it not ? Serv . It is , my lord . Hot . That roan shall be ...
... lord , an hour ago . Hot . Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff ? Serv . One horse , my lord , he brought , even now . Hot . What horse ? a roan , a crop - ear , is it not ? Serv . It is , my lord . Hot . That roan shall be ...
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Էջ 94 - 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?
Էջ 39 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Էջ 77 - 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 60 - 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.
Էջ 38 - With deaf'ning clamours 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 ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Էջ 48 - I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry : 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
Էջ 68 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm; in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Էջ 41 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; Banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish...
Էջ 21 - 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...
Էջ 12 - twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took 't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...