The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 第 4 巻H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... Hoft . O Jefu ! my Lord the Prince ! P. Henry . How now , my lady the hoftefs , what fay'ft thou to me ? Hoft . Marry , my Lord , there is a Nobleman of the Cou ! at door would fpeak with you ; he fays , he comes from your father . P ...
... Hoft . O Jefu ! my Lord the Prince ! P. Henry . How now , my lady the hoftefs , what fay'ft thou to me ? Hoft . Marry , my Lord , there is a Nobleman of the Cou ! at door would fpeak with you ; he fays , he comes from your father . P ...
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... Hoft . This is excellent sport , i'faith . Fal . Weep not , fweet Queen , for trickling tears are vain .. Hoft . O the father ! how he holds his countenance ? Fal . For God's fake , Lords , convey my tristful Queen , For tears do ftop ...
... Hoft . This is excellent sport , i'faith . Fal . Weep not , fweet Queen , for trickling tears are vain .. Hoft . O the father ! how he holds his countenance ? Fal . For God's fake , Lords , convey my tristful Queen , For tears do ftop ...
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... hoft , that I know , is damn'd : If to be fat , be to be hated , then Pharoah's lean kine are to be lov'd . No , my ... Hoft . O , my Lord , my Lord ! Fale Heigh , heigh , the devil rides upon a fiddle - ftick : What's the matter ? Hoft ...
... hoft , that I know , is damn'd : If to be fat , be to be hated , then Pharoah's lean kine are to be lov'd . No , my ... Hoft . O , my Lord , my Lord ! Fale Heigh , heigh , the devil rides upon a fiddle - ftick : What's the matter ? Hoft ...
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Hoft . The Sheriff and all the watch are at the door : They are come to fearch the houfe : Shall I let them in ? Fal . Doft thou hear , Hal ? never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit : Thou ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Hoft . The Sheriff and all the watch are at the door : They are come to fearch the houfe : Shall I let them in ? Fal . Doft thou hear , Hal ? never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit : Thou ...
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... Hoft . Who I ? I defy thee ; I was never call'd so in mine own house before . Fal . Go to , I know you well enough . Hoft . No , Sir John : You do not know me , Sir John ; I know you , Sir Johns you owe me money , Sir John , and now you ...
... Hoft . Who I ? I defy thee ; I was never call'd so in mine own house before . Fal . Go to , I know you well enough . Hoft . No , Sir John : You do not know me , Sir John ; I know you , Sir Johns you owe me money , Sir John , and now you ...
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againſt anfwer arms art thou bafe Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke call'd caufe coufin crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff father fave fear feems fhall fhame fhew fhould fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand ftill fubjects fuch fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King Henry Liege Lord Lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland paffage peace Percy Pift Piftol pleaſe Poins pow'r prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shal ſhall Sir John ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uncle unto Weft whofe word York
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170 ページ - 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
230 ページ - 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.
104 ページ - He was perfumed like a milliner, And '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...
26 ページ - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
296 ページ - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
109 ページ - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
355 ページ - 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...
228 ページ - 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...
189 ページ - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
255 ページ - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...