The Works of William Shakespeare: King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV ; Henry VWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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Pàgina 384
... Pistol ' : I would not have you go off here . Discharge yourself of our company , Pistol . ] Host . No , good captain Pistol ; not here , sweet captain . Dol . Captain ! thou abominable damned cheater , art thou not ashamed to be called ...
... Pistol ' : I would not have you go off here . Discharge yourself of our company , Pistol . ] Host . No , good captain Pistol ; not here , sweet captain . Dol . Captain ! thou abominable damned cheater , art thou not ashamed to be called ...
Pàgina 385
... Pistol has been talking of Pluto and Erebus , and he very consistently threatens to hurl down the " fates . " There was an old play by Peele , now lost , called " The Turkish Mahomet and Hiren the fair Greek , " to which Pistol may ...
... Pistol has been talking of Pluto and Erebus , and he very consistently threatens to hurl down the " fates . " There was an old play by Peele , now lost , called " The Turkish Mahomet and Hiren the fair Greek , " to which Pistol may ...
Pàgina 386
... Pistol , I would be quiet . Pist . Sweet knight , I kiss thy neif3 . What ! we have seen the seven stars . Dol . For God's sake , thrust him down stairs : I cannot endure such a fustian rascal . Pist . Thrust him down stairs ! know we ...
... Pistol , I would be quiet . Pist . Sweet knight , I kiss thy neif3 . What ! we have seen the seven stars . Dol . For God's sake , thrust him down stairs : I cannot endure such a fustian rascal . Pist . Thrust him down stairs ! know we ...
Pàgina 387
... PISTOL . Dol . I pray thee , Jack , be quiet : the rascal is gone . Ah ! you whoreson little valiant villain , you . Host . Are you not hurt i ' the groin ? methought he made a shrewd thrust at your belly . Re - enter BARDOLPH . Fal ...
... PISTOL . Dol . I pray thee , Jack , be quiet : the rascal is gone . Ah ! you whoreson little valiant villain , you . Host . Are you not hurt i ' the groin ? methought he made a shrewd thrust at your belly . Re - enter BARDOLPH . Fal ...
Pàgina 450
... Pistol ? Enter PISTOL . Pist . Sir John , God save you , sir . Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good ' . Sweet knight , th ' art now one of the greatest men In the realm . Sil . By ...
... Pistol ? Enter PISTOL . Pist . Sir John , God save you , sir . Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good ' . Sweet knight , th ' art now one of the greatest men In the realm . Sil . By ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry ... William Shakespeare,John Payne Collier Visualització completa - 1842 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 167 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Pàgina 320 - 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 560 - Like to the senators of th' antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Pàgina 236 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen, I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Pàgina 540 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. 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...
Pàgina 501 - 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...