The Vale Shakespeare, Հատոր 18Hacon & Ricketts, 1902 |
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Արդյունքներ 18–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ xxiv
... faith , he cares not what mischief he does , if his weapon be out : he will foin like any devil ; he will spare neither man , woman , nor child . FANG . If I can close with him , I care not for his thrust . HOSTESS . No , nor I neither ...
... faith , he cares not what mischief he does , if his weapon be out : he will foin like any devil ; he will spare neither man , woman , nor child . FANG . If I can close with him , I care not for his thrust . HOSTESS . No , nor I neither ...
Էջ xxvii
... near at hand : the rest the paper tells . FALSTAFF . As I am a gentleman . HOSTESS . Faith , you said so before . FALSTAFF . As I am a gentleman . Come , no more words of it . HOSTESS . By this heavenly ground I tread on , xxvii.
... near at hand : the rest the paper tells . FALSTAFF . As I am a gentleman . HOSTESS . Faith , you said so before . FALSTAFF . As I am a gentleman . Come , no more words of it . HOSTESS . By this heavenly ground I tread on , xxvii.
Էջ xxviii
... faith , I am loath to pawn my plate , so God save me , la ! FALSTAFF . Let it alone ; I'll make other shift : you'll be a fool still . HOSTESS . Well , you shall have it , though I pawn my gown . I hope you'll come to supper . You'll ...
... faith , I am loath to pawn my plate , so God save me , la ! FALSTAFF . Let it alone ; I'll make other shift : you'll be a fool still . HOSTESS . Well , you shall have it , though I pawn my gown . I hope you'll come to supper . You'll ...
Էջ xxix
... high blood . PRINCE . Faith , it does me ; though it discolours the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it . Doth it not show vilely in me to desire small beer ? Why , a prince should not be so loosely studied xxix.
... high blood . PRINCE . Faith , it does me ; though it discolours the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it . Doth it not show vilely in me to desire small beer ? Why , a prince should not be so loosely studied xxix.
Էջ xxx
... faith ; and let it be an excellent good thing . PRINCE . It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine . POINS . Go to ; I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell . PRINCE . Marry , I tell thee , it is not meet ...
... faith ; and let it be an excellent good thing . PRINCE . It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine . POINS . Go to ; I stand the push of your one thing that you will tell . PRINCE . Marry , I tell thee , it is not meet ...
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!