The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Band 4G. Bell, 1875 |
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... fair hot wench in flame - colour'd taf- fata ; I see no reason why thou should'st be so super- fluous to demand the time of the day . Fal . Indeed , you come near me now , Hal : for we , that take purses , go by the moon and the seven ...
... fair hot wench in flame - colour'd taf- fata ; I see no reason why thou should'st be so super- fluous to demand the time of the day . Fal . Indeed , you come near me now , Hal : for we , that take purses , go by the moon and the seven ...
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... Fair- " Peace , sir , they will be angry if they hear you eaves dropping , now they are setting their match . " The folio reads set a watch ; match is the reading of the quarto . 17 After all the discussion about Falstaff's favourite ...
... Fair- " Peace , sir , they will be angry if they hear you eaves dropping , now they are setting their match . " The folio reads set a watch ; match is the reading of the quarto . 17 After all the discussion about Falstaff's favourite ...
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... fair as - at hand , quoth the chamberlain for thou variest no more from picking of purses , than giving direction doth from labouring ; thou lay'st the plot how 12 . 9 Gadshill has his name from a place on the Kentish Road , where ...
... fair as - at hand , quoth the chamberlain for thou variest no more from picking of purses , than giving direction doth from labouring ; thou lay'st the plot how 12 . 9 Gadshill has his name from a place on the Kentish Road , where ...
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... fair death for all this , if I ' scape hanging for killing that rogue . I have for- sworn his company hourly , any time this two - and- twenty years , and yet I am bewitch'd with the rogue's company . If the rascal have not given me ...
... fair death for all this , if I ' scape hanging for killing that rogue . I have for- sworn his company hourly , any time this two - and- twenty years , and yet I am bewitch'd with the rogue's company . If the rascal have not given me ...
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... fair pair of heels , and run from it ? Fran . O lord , sir ! I'll be sworn upon all the books in England , I could find in my heart- It appears from two passages cited by Steevens that the drawers kept sugar folded up in paper , ready ...
... fair pair of heels , and run from it ? Fran . O lord , sir ! I'll be sworn upon all the books in England , I could find in my heart- It appears from two passages cited by Steevens that the drawers kept sugar folded up in paper , ready ...
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ancient art thou Bard Bardolph Ben Jonson blood brother called captain Constable of France Cotgrave cousin crown devil dost doth Douglas Duke Earl Eastcheap England English Enter Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff father fear folio France French friends give Glend Glendower grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host Hotspur humour Kate Kath King Henry King Henry IV king's knave Lady liege look lord majesty master means merry Mortimer never night noble Northumberland numbers old copies passage peace Percy Pist Pistol play Poins pr'ythee pray PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales quarto rogue sack says SCENE Shakespeare Shal Shallow Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers speak Steevens sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought unto Westmoreland word
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Seite 372 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Seite 327 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit; and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Seite 199 - 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!
Seite 23 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
Seite 202 - 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...
Seite 199 - 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.
Seite 281 - 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? O, pardon ! since a crooked figure may Attest, in little place, a million ; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces...
Seite 168 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife.
Seite 198 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — 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...
Seite 281 - FOR a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene...