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whoreson Achitophel ! a rascally yes - forsooth knave ! to bear a gentleman in
hand , and then stand upon security ! — The whoreson smooth - pates do now
wear nothing but high shoes , and bunches of keys at their girdles ; and if a man
is ...
whoreson Achitophel ! a rascally yes - forsooth knave ! to bear a gentleman in
hand , and then stand upon security ! — The whoreson smooth - pates do now
wear nothing but high shoes , and bunches of keys at their girdles ; and if a man
is ...
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s — you are too impatient to bear crosses . ] A quibble seems here intended .
Falstaff had just asked his lordship to lend him a thousand pound , and he tells
him iu return that he is not to be entrusted with money . A cross is a coin so called
...
s — you are too impatient to bear crosses . ] A quibble seems here intended .
Falstaff had just asked his lordship to lend him a thousand pound , and he tells
him iu return that he is not to be entrusted with money . A cross is a coin so called
...
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A hundred mark is a long loan for a poor lone woman to bear : and I have borne ,
and borne , and borne ; and have been fubbed off , and fubbed off , and fubbed
off , from this day to that day , that it is a shame to be thought on . There is no ...
A hundred mark is a long loan for a poor lone woman to bear : and I have borne ,
and borne , and borne ; and have been fubbed off , and fubbed off , and fubbed
off , from this day to that day , that it is a shame to be thought on . There is no ...
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By my troth , this is the old fashion ; you two never meet , but you fall to some
discord : you are both , in good troth , as rheumatick ' as two dry toasts ; * you
cannot one bear with another ' s confirmities . What the good - year ! one must
bear ...
By my troth , this is the old fashion ; you two never meet , but you fall to some
discord : you are both , in good troth , as rheumatick ' as two dry toasts ; * you
cannot one bear with another ' s confirmities . What the good - year ! one must
bear ...
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... Let me but bear your love , I ' ll bear your cares . Yet weep , that Harry ' s dead ;
and so will I : But Harry lives , that shall convert those tears , By number , into
hours of happiness . P . John , & c . We hope no other from your majesty . King .
... Let me but bear your love , I ' ll bear your cares . Yet weep , that Harry ' s dead ;
and so will I : But Harry lives , that shall convert those tears , By number , into
hours of happiness . P . John , & c . We hope no other from your majesty . King .
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answer arms Bard Bardolph Bast bear better blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother comes cousin crown dead death dost doth duke Earl earth England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith Falstaff father fear fellow France friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry hold honour hope horse Host hour I'll John Johnson keep king Lady land leave live look lord majesty master means meet never night noble North Northumberland once peace Percy play Poins poor pray present prince Queen Rich Richard royal SCENE Shal Shallow shame sir John soul speak spirit stand sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thousand tongue true York young
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Seite 311 - 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 4. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o
Seite 383 - 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?
Seite 161 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; 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...
Seite 383 - 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.
Seite 226 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Seite 62 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb ; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Seite 224 - And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Seite 193 - And thus still doing, thus he passed along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Seite 258 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Seite 224 - 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.
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| Titel | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Band 5 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Herausgeber | George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers |
| Veröffentlicht | 1805 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 17. Mai 2006 |
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