The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Հատոր 4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... Shal . And how doth my cousin , your bedfel- low ? and your fairest daughter , and mine , my god - daughter Ellen ? Sil . Alas , a black ouzel , cousin Shallow . Shal . By yea and nay , sir , I dare say , my cousin William is become a ...
... Shal . And how doth my cousin , your bedfel- low ? and your fairest daughter , and mine , my god - daughter Ellen ? Sil . Alas , a black ouzel , cousin Shallow . Shal . By yea and nay , sir , I dare say , my cousin William is become a ...
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... Shal . Death is certain . - Is old Double of your town living yet ? Sil . Dead , sir . Shal . Dead ! -See , see ! -he drew a good bow ; -And dead ! -he shot a fine shoot : -John of Gaunt loved him well , and betted much money on his ...
... Shal . Death is certain . - Is old Double of your town living yet ? Sil . Dead , sir . Shal . Dead ! -See , see ! -he drew a good bow ; -And dead ! -he shot a fine shoot : -John of Gaunt loved him well , and betted much money on his ...
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... Shal . It is very just : -Look , bere comes good Sir John . - Give me your good hand , give me your worship's good hand : By my troth , you Jook well , and bear your years very well : wel- come , good Sir John . Fal . I am glad to see ...
... Shal . It is very just : -Look , bere comes good Sir John . - Give me your good hand , give me your worship's good hand : By my troth , you Jook well , and bear your years very well : wel- come , good Sir John . Fal . I am glad to see ...
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... Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will serve for summer , -prick him ; for we have a number of shadows to fill up the muster book . Shal . Thomas Wart ! Fal . Where's he ? Wart . Here , sir . Fal . Is thy name Wart ? Wart ...
... Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will serve for summer , -prick him ; for we have a number of shadows to fill up the muster book . Shal . Thomas Wart ! Fal . Where's he ? Wart . Here , sir . Fal . Is thy name Wart ? Wart ...
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... Shal . Peter Bull - calf of the green ! Fal . Yea , marry , let us see Bull - calf . Bull . Here , sir . Fal . ' Fore God , a likely fellow ! -Come , prick me Bull - calf till he roar again . Bull . O lord ! good my lord captain.- Fal ...
... Shal . Peter Bull - calf of the green ! Fal . Yea , marry , let us see Bull - calf . Bull . Here , sir . Fal . ' Fore God , a likely fellow ! -Come , prick me Bull - calf till he roar again . Bull . O lord ! good my lord captain.- Fal ...
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Էջ 90 - 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 summer's heat?
Էջ 117 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and, humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Էջ 224 - 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 116 - 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 ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death ; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Էջ 190 - 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 41 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.