The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Հատոր 4Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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... never see Titan kiss a dish of butter ? pitiful - hearted Titan , that melted at the sweet tale of the son ! if thou didst , then behold that compound . Fal . You rogue , here's lime in this sack too : There is nothing but roguery to be ...
... never see Titan kiss a dish of butter ? pitiful - hearted Titan , that melted at the sweet tale of the son ! if thou didst , then behold that compound . Fal . You rogue , here's lime in this sack too : There is nothing but roguery to be ...
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... never wear hair on my face more . You prince of Wales ! P. Hen . Why , you whoreson round man ! what's the matter ? Fal . Are you not a coward ? answer me to that ; and Poins there ? Poins . Zounds , ye fat paunch , an ye call me coward ...
... never wear hair on my face more . You prince of Wales ! P. Hen . Why , you whoreson round man ! what's the matter ? Fal . Are you not a coward ? answer me to that ; and Poins there ? Poins . Zounds , ye fat paunch , an ye call me coward ...
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... never the sparrow . Fal . Well , that rascal hath good mettle in him ; he will not run . P. Hen . Why , what a rascal art thou then , to praise him so for running ? Fal . O'horseback , ye cuckoo ! but , a - foot , he will not budge a ...
... never the sparrow . Fal . Well , that rascal hath good mettle in him ; he will not run . P. Hen . Why , what a rascal art thou then , to praise him so for running ? Fal . O'horseback , ye cuckoo ! but , a - foot , he will not budge a ...
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... never seen in you . Hot . Marry , and I'm glad of it with all my heart ; I had rather be a kitten , and cry - mew , Than one of these same metre ballad - mongers : I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd , Or a dry wheel grate on the ...
... never seen in you . Hot . Marry , and I'm glad of it with all my heart ; I had rather be a kitten , and cry - mew , Than one of these same metre ballad - mongers : I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd , Or a dry wheel grate on the ...
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... kisses , and thou mine , And that's a feeling disputation : But I will never be a truant , love , Till I have learn'd thy language ; for thy tongue D Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd , Sung SCENE 1 . 49 KING HENRY IV .
... kisses , and thou mine , And that's a feeling disputation : But I will never be a truant , love , Till I have learn'd thy language ; for thy tongue D Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd , Sung SCENE 1 . 49 KING HENRY IV .
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Էջ 94 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Էջ 39 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, 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. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Էջ 77 - 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 60 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian: " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Էջ 38 - 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 ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Էջ 48 - I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry : 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
Էջ 68 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm; in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Էջ 41 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; Banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish...
Էջ 21 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one. even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Էջ 12 - twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took 't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...