The Vale Shakespeare, Հատոր 18Hacon & Ricketts, 1902 |
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Արդյունքներ 13–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ ix
... brother thus : so fought the noble Douglas : ' Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : But in the end , to stop mine ear indeed , Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise , Ending with Brother , son , and all are dead . ' MORTON ...
... brother thus : so fought the noble Douglas : ' Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds : But in the end , to stop mine ear indeed , Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise , Ending with Brother , son , and all are dead . ' MORTON ...
Էջ xxxi
... brother , and that I am a proper fellow of my hands ; and those two things , I confess , I cannot help . By the mass , here comes Bardolph . PRINCE . ( Enter Bardolph & Page . ) And the boy that I gave Falstaff : a ' had him from me ...
... brother , and that I am a proper fellow of my hands ; and those two things , I confess , I cannot help . By the mass , here comes Bardolph . PRINCE . ( Enter Bardolph & Page . ) And the boy that I gave Falstaff : a ' had him from me ...
Էջ xxxiii
... brothers and sisters , and Sir John with all Europe . ' My lord , I'll steep this letter in sack , and make him eat it . PRINCE . That's to make him eat twenty of his words . But do you use me thus , Ned ? must I marry your sister ...
... brothers and sisters , and Sir John with all Europe . ' My lord , I'll steep this letter in sack , and make him eat it . PRINCE . That's to make him eat twenty of his words . But do you use me thus , Ned ? must I marry your sister ...
Էջ xlv
... brother ? PRINCE . Why , thou globe of sinful continents , what a life dost thou lead ! FALSTAFF . A better than thou : I am a gentleman ; thou art a drawer . PRINCE . Very true , sir ; and I come to draw you out by the ears . HOSTESS ...
... brother ? PRINCE . Why , thou globe of sinful continents , what a life dost thou lead ! FALSTAFF . A better than thou : I am a gentleman ; thou art a drawer . PRINCE . Very true , sir ; and I come to draw you out by the ears . HOSTESS ...
Էջ l
... brother toil'd in my affairs , And laid his love and life under my foot ; Yea , for my sake , even to the eyes of Richard Gave him defiance . But which of you was by- ( To Warwick . ) You , cousin Nevil , as I may remember- When Richard ...
... brother toil'd in my affairs , And laid his love and life under my foot ; Yea , for my sake , even to the eyes of Richard Gave him defiance . But which of you was by- ( To Warwick . ) You , cousin Nevil , as I may remember- When Richard ...
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 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 Snare speak spirit swagger 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!