Shakspere's works [from the text of N. Delius]. |
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... FALSTAFF . SIR MICHAEL , a Friend to 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 Mortimer . MISTRESS QUICKLY ...
... FALSTAFF . SIR MICHAEL , a Friend to 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 Mortimer . MISTRESS QUICKLY ...
Էջ 98
... FALstaff . Fal . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? Prince . Thou art so fat - witted , with drinking of old sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to de- mand ...
... FALstaff . Fal . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? Prince . Thou art so fat - witted , with drinking of old sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to de- mand ...
Էջ 103
... FALSTAFF . Poins . Now , my good sweet honey lord , ride with us to - morrow : I have a jest to execute that I cannot manage alone . Falstaff , Bardolph , Peto , and Gads- hill shall rob those men that we have already waylaid ; yourself ...
... FALSTAFF . Poins . Now , my good sweet honey lord , ride with us to - morrow : I have a jest to execute that I cannot manage alone . Falstaff , Bardolph , Peto , and Gads- hill shall rob those men that we have already waylaid ; yourself ...
Էջ 117
... FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! Prince . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal ! What a brawling dost thou keep ! Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? Prince . He is walked up to the top of the hill : I'll go seek him . Fal ...
... FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! Prince . Peace , ye fat - kidneyed rascal ! What a brawling dost thou keep ! Fal . Where's Poins , Hal ? Prince . He is walked up to the top of the hill : I'll go seek him . Fal ...
Էջ 120
... Falstaff sweats to death And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Were ' t not for laughing I should pity him . Poins . How the rogue roar'd ! Exeunt . SCENE III . - Warkworth . A Room in the Castle . Enter HOTSPUR , reading a ...
... Falstaff sweats to death And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Were ' t not for laughing I should pity him . Poins . How the rogue roar'd ! Exeunt . SCENE III . - Warkworth . A Room in the Castle . Enter HOTSPUR , reading a ...
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Archbishop of York arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bishop of Carlisle blood Blunt Boling Bolingbroke Colevile cousin crown Davy dead death Doll doth Douglas Duch Duke Duke of Hereford Earl Eastcheap Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff farewell father fear friends Gaunt gentleman give Glend Glendower grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Hereford hither honour horse Hotspur Jack John of Gaunt JOHN OF LANCASTER King HENRY King Richard Lady Lanc liege live look lord majesty Master Shallow Mortimer Mowb Mowbray never night noble North Northumberland pardon peace Percy Pist Poins pray Prince Prince of Wales prithee Quick Re-enter Rich rogue SCENE Shal Shrewsbury Sir John Sir John Falstaff sorrow soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle Westmoreland wilt word York Zounds
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Էջ 230 - ning 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 ? Then happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Էջ 44 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antick sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath, a little scene...
Էջ 128 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Էջ 79 - Ha, ha ! keep time. How sour sweet music is When time is broke and no proportion kept ! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Էջ 43 - Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Էջ 168 - 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 230 - 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?
Էջ 124 - I turn upon the true prince ? why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was now a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Էջ 14 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? " Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic k summer's heat?
Էջ 156 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.