The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Lady PERCY , wife to Hotfpur , and fifter to Mortimer . Lady MORTIMER , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . Mrs. QUICKLY , hoftefs of a tavern in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers , Sheriff , Vintner , Chamberlain , Drawers , two ...
... Lady PERCY , wife to Hotfpur , and fifter to Mortimer . Lady MORTIMER , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . Mrs. QUICKLY , hoftefs of a tavern in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers , Sheriff , Vintner , Chamberlain , Drawers , two ...
Pàgina 12
... , He call'd them - untaught knaves , unmannerly , To bring a flovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; With 12 AG 1 . FIRST PART OF North. My lord,—— ...
... , He call'd them - untaught knaves , unmannerly , To bring a flovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility . With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; With 12 AG 1 . FIRST PART OF North. My lord,—— ...
Pàgina 13
William Shakespeare. With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; among the reft , demanded My prisoners , in your majesty's behalf . I then , all smarting , with my wounds being cold , To be fo pefter'd with a popinjay , Out of ...
William Shakespeare. With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me ; among the reft , demanded My prisoners , in your majesty's behalf . I then , all smarting , with my wounds being cold , To be fo pefter'd with a popinjay , Out of ...
Pàgina 30
... Lady PERCY . How now , Kate ? I must leave you within these two hours . Lady . O my good lord , why are you thus alone ? For what offence have I , this fortnight , been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , fweet lord , what ...
... Lady PERCY . How now , Kate ? I must leave you within these two hours . Lady . O my good lord , why are you thus alone ? For what offence have I , this fortnight , been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ? Tell me , fweet lord , what ...
Pàgina 31
... Lady . But hear you , my lord . Hot . Lady . What is it carries you away ? Hot . My love , my horse . Lady . [ Exit Servant . What fay'ft , my lady ? My horse , Out , you mad - headed ape ! A weasel hath not fuch a deal of fpleen , As ...
... Lady . But hear you , my lord . Hot . Lady . What is it carries you away ? Hot . My love , my horse . Lady . [ Exit Servant . What fay'ft , my lady ? My horse , Out , you mad - headed ape ! A weasel hath not fuch a deal of fpleen , As ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 92 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pàgina 37 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Pàgina 92 - 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
Pàgina 82 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss ; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better ; tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Pàgina 78 - His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Pàgina 60 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Pàgina 52 - 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.
Pàgina 38 - 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!
Pàgina 51 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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.
Pàgina 8 - 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...