The Vale Shakespeare, Հատոր 18Hacon & Ricketts, 1902 |
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Արդյունքներ 17–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ liv
... SHALLOW . He greets me well , sir . I knew him a good back - sword man . How doth the good knight ? may I ask how my ... Master Robert Shallow : - Master Surecard , as I think ? SHALLOW . No , Sir John : it is my cousin Silence , in ...
... SHALLOW . He greets me well , sir . I knew him a good back - sword man . How doth the good knight ? may I ask how my ... Master Robert Shallow : - Master Surecard , as I think ? SHALLOW . No , Sir John : it is my cousin Silence , in ...
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... Master Shallow ; deep , Master Shallow . FEEBLE . I would Wart might have gone , sir . FALSTAFF . I would thou wert a man's tailor , that thou mightst mend him and make him fit to go . I cannot put him to a private soldier , that is the ...
... Master Shallow ; deep , Master Shallow . FEEBLE . I would Wart might have gone , sir . FALSTAFF . I would thou wert a man's tailor , that thou mightst mend him and make him fit to go . I cannot put him to a private soldier , that is the ...
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... Master Shallow . SHALLOW . Oh , Sir John , do you remember since we lay all night in the windmill in Saint George's field ? FALSTAFF . No more of that , good Master Shallow , no more of that . SHALLOW . Ha ! ' twas a merry night . And ...
... Master Shallow . SHALLOW . Oh , Sir John , do you remember since we lay all night in the windmill in Saint George's field ? FALSTAFF . No more of that , good Master Shallow , no more of that . SHALLOW . Ha ! ' twas a merry night . And ...
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William Shakespeare. FALSTAFF . We have heard the chimes at midnight , Master Shallow . SHALLOW . That we have , that we have , that we have ; in faith , Sir John , we have : our watch - word was ' Hem boys ! ' Come , let's to dinner ...
William Shakespeare. FALSTAFF . We have heard the chimes at midnight , Master Shallow . SHALLOW . That we have , that we have , that we have ; in faith , Sir John , we have : our watch - word was ' Hem boys ! ' Come , let's to dinner ...
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... SHALLOW . Sir John , Sir John , do not yourself wrong : they are your likeliest men , and I would have you served with the best . FALSTAFF . Will you tell me , Master Shallow , how to choose a man ? Care I for the limb , the thewes ...
... SHALLOW . Sir John , Sir John , do not yourself wrong : they are your likeliest men , and I would have you served with the best . FALSTAFF . Will you tell me , Master Shallow , how to choose a man ? Care I for the limb , the thewes ...
Common terms and phrases
ARCHBISHOP Archbishop of York bear beseech better blood brother Bullcalf captain Colevile comes cousin crown Davy dead death didst Doll Tearsheet dost doth DRAWER drink earl Eastcheap Enter Falstaff Exeunt Exit faith FANG father fear FEEBLE fellow friends give Gloucestershire grace grief Harry hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour HOSTESS Humphrey of Gloucester John of Lancaster king knave look LORD BARDOLPH Lord Chief Justice Lord Hastings Lord Mowbray Lord of Westmoreland lordship majesty marry Master Bardolph Master Shallow Master Silence merry Mistress MORTON Mouldy MOWBRAY naked weapons never night noble lord NORTHUMBERLAND peace PISTOL POINS pray thee prick PRINCE HENRY PRINCE HUMPHREY PRINCE JOHN PRINCE THOMAS rascal Re-enter rogue SCENE Shadow Shrewsbury sick Sir John Falstaff speak spirit swaggerers sweet sword tell there's thine thing thou art tongue troth unto Wart WARWICK whoreson word young
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Էջ lxxvi - The second property of your excellent sherris is, the warming of the blood; which, before cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice...
Էջ v - Open your ears : For which of you will stop The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks ? I, from the orient to the drooping west/ Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth : Upon my tongues continual slanders ride; The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
Էջ lxxxviii - Laud be to God ! — even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem; Which vainly I suppos'd the Holy Land: — But bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
Էջ li - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased; The which observed, 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.
Էջ xlix - 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...
Էջ xlix - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening 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 I Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Էջ lix - I'll ne'er bear a base mind: — an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince ; and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
Էջ ciii - I do despise my dream. Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace; Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape For thee thrice wider than for other men.
Էջ xlix - 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 sounds of sweetest melody...
Էջ xlix - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!