The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volumen4H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... Shal . Ome on , come on , come on ; give me , your hand , Sir ; an early stirrer , by the rood . Com And how doth my good coufin Silence ? Sil . Good - morrow , good coufin Shallow . Shal . And how doth my coufin , your bed - fellow ...
... Shal . Ome on , come on , come on ; give me , your hand , Sir ; an early stirrer , by the rood . Com And how doth my good coufin Silence ? Sil . Good - morrow , good coufin Shallow . Shal . And how doth my coufin , your bed - fellow ...
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... Shal . He must then to the inns of court shortly : I was once of Clement's - Inn ; where , I think , they will talk of mad Shallow yet . Sil . You were call'd lufty Shallow then , coufin . Shal . I was call'd any thing , and I would ...
... Shal . He must then to the inns of court shortly : I was once of Clement's - Inn ; where , I think , they will talk of mad Shallow yet . Sil . You were call'd lufty Shallow then , coufin . Shal . I was call'd any thing , and I would ...
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... Shal . And is old Double dead r Enter Bardolph , and Page . Sil . Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men , as I think . Shale Good - morrow , honeft gentlemen . Bard . I befeech you , which is Justice Shallow ? Shal . I am Robert ...
... Shal . And is old Double dead r Enter Bardolph , and Page . Sil . Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men , as I think . Shale Good - morrow , honeft gentlemen . Bard . I befeech you , which is Justice Shallow ? Shal . I am Robert ...
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... Shal . No , Sir John , it is my coufin Silence ; in com- miffion with me . Fal . Good mafter Silence , it well ... Shal . Marry have we , Sir : Will you fit ? Fal . Let me fee them , I befeech you . Shal . Where's the roll ? where's the ...
... Shal . No , Sir John , it is my coufin Silence ; in com- miffion with me . Fal . Good mafter Silence , it well ... Shal . Marry have we , Sir : Will you fit ? Fal . Let me fee them , I befeech you . Shal . Where's the roll ? where's the ...
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... Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will ferve for fummer ; prick him ; for we have a number of fhadows do fill up the mufter - book , Shal . Thomas Wart . Fal . Where's he ? Wart . Here , Sir . Fal . Is thy name Wart ...
... Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will ferve for fummer ; prick him ; for we have a number of fhadows do fill up the mufter - book , Shal . Thomas Wart . Fal . Where's he ? Wart . Here , Sir . Fal . Is thy name Wart ...
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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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Página 170 - 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
Página 230 - 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.
Página 104 - 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...
Página 26 - 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...
Página 296 - 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...
Página 109 - 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.
Página 355 - 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...
Página 228 - 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...
Página 189 - 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...
Página 255 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...