The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Band 4H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... Bard . Cafe ye , cafe ye ; on with your vifors ; there's mony of the King's coming down the hill , ' tis going to the King's Exchequer . Fal . You lie , you rogue , ' tis going to the King's tavern . Gads . There's enough to make us all ...
... Bard . Cafe ye , cafe ye ; on with your vifors ; there's mony of the King's coming down the hill , ' tis going to the King's Exchequer . Fal . You lie , you rogue , ' tis going to the King's tavern . Gads . There's enough to make us all ...
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... not touch the true Prince ; no , fie ! Bard . ' Faith , I ran when I faw others run . P. Henry . Tell me now in carneft ; how came Fal- faff's fword fo hackt ? F - 5 Fèto Peto . Why , he hackt it with his dagger King HENRY IV . 129.
... not touch the true Prince ; no , fie ! Bard . ' Faith , I ran when I faw others run . P. Henry . Tell me now in carneft ; how came Fal- faff's fword fo hackt ? F - 5 Fèto Peto . Why , he hackt it with his dagger King HENRY IV . 129.
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... Bard . Yea , and to tickle our nofes with fpear - grafs , to make them bleed ; and then beflubber our garments with ... Bard . My lord , do you see these meteors ? do you behold these exhalations ? P. Henry . I do . Bard . What think you ...
... Bard . Yea , and to tickle our nofes with fpear - grafs , to make them bleed ; and then beflubber our garments with ... Bard . My lord , do you see these meteors ? do you behold these exhalations ? P. Henry . I do . Bard . What think you ...
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... Bard . O , my lord , my lord , the Sheriff with a moft monitrous Watch , is at the door . Fal . Out , you rogue ! play out the Play : I have much to say in behalf of that Falstaff . Re - enter the Hoftefs . Hoft . O , my lord , my lord ...
... Bard . O , my lord , my lord , the Sheriff with a moft monitrous Watch , is at the door . Fal . Out , you rogue ! play out the Play : I have much to say in behalf of that Falstaff . Re - enter the Hoftefs . Hoft . O , my lord , my lord ...
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... Bard . Sir John , you are so fretful , you cannot live long . Fal . Why , there is it ; come , fing me a bawdy fong , to make me merry : I was as virtuously given , as a gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough ; fwore little ; diced not ...
... Bard . Sir John , you are so fretful , you cannot live long . Fal . Why , there is it ; come , fing me a bawdy fong , to make me merry : I was as virtuously given , as a gentleman need to be ; virtuous enough ; fwore little ; diced not ...
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Seite 104 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowne'd honour by the locks...
Seite 272 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Seite 222 - 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...
Seite 23 - This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Seite 334 - 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...
Seite 224 - 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.
Seite 165 - 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
Seite 99 - 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...
Seite 52 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
Seite 223 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst 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.