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Sir John , you are so fretful , you cannot live long . Fal . Why , there is it : - come ,
sing me a bawdy song ; make me merry . I was as virtuously given , as a
gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough : swore little ; diced , not above seven
times a ...
Sir John , you are so fretful , you cannot live long . Fal . Why , there is it : - come ,
sing me a bawdy song ; make me merry . I was as virtuously given , as a
gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough : swore little ; diced , not above seven
times a ...
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Why , sir John ! what do you think , sir John ? Do you think I keep thieves in my
house ? I have searched , I have inquired , so has my husband , man by man ,
boy by boy , servant by servant : 1 dame Partlet - ] Dame Partlet is the name of
the ...
Why , sir John ! what do you think , sir John ? Do you think I keep thieves in my
house ? I have searched , I have inquired , so has my husband , man by man ,
boy by boy , servant by servant : 1 dame Partlet - ] Dame Partlet is the name of
the ...
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No , sir John ; you do not know me , sir John : I know you , sir John : you owe me
money , sir John , and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it : I bought you a
dozen of shirts to your back . Fal . Dowlas , filthy dowlas : I have given them away
...
No , sir John ; you do not know me , sir John : I know you , sir John : you owe me
money , sir John , and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it : I bought you a
dozen of shirts to your back . Fal . Dowlas , filthy dowlas : I have given them away
...
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Then was Jack Falstaff , now sir John , a boy ; and page to Thomas Mowbray ,
duke of Norfolk . Sil . This sir John , cousin , that comes hither anon about
soldiers ? Shal . The same sir John , the very same . I saw him break Skogan ' s
head ' at ...
Then was Jack Falstaff , now sir John , a boy ; and page to Thomas Mowbray ,
duke of Norfolk . Sil . This sir John , cousin , that comes hither anon about
soldiers ? Shal . The same sir John , the very same . I saw him break Skogan ' s
head ' at ...
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What think you , sir John ? a good limbed fellow : young , strong , and of good
friends . Fal . Is thy name Mouldy ? Moul . Yea , an ' t please you . Fal . ' Tis the
more time thou wert used . Shal . Ha , ha , ha ! inost excellent , i ' faith ! things ,
that ...
What think you , sir John ? a good limbed fellow : young , strong , and of good
friends . Fal . Is thy name Mouldy ? Moul . Yea , an ' t please you . Fal . ' Tis the
more time thou wert used . Shal . Ha , ha , ha ! inost excellent , i ' faith ! things ,
that ...
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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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