The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Band 7R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... Hoft . My lord the prince , - P. Henry . How now , my lady the hoftefs ? what fay'ft thou to me ? Hoft . Marry , my lord , there is a nobleman of the court at door , would fpeak with you : he fays , he comes from your father . P. Henry ...
... Hoft . My lord the prince , - P. Henry . How now , my lady the hoftefs ? what fay'ft thou to me ? Hoft . Marry , my lord , there is a nobleman of the court at door , would fpeak with you : he fays , he comes from your father . P. Henry ...
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... Hoft . An old man . Fal . What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight ? -Shall I give him his answer ? P. Henry . Pr'ythee , do , Jack . Fal . Faith , and I'll fend him packing . [ Exit . P. Henry . Now , firs ; by'rlady , you fought ...
... Hoft . An old man . Fal . What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight ? -Shall I give him his answer ? P. Henry . Pr'ythee , do , Jack . Fal . Faith , and I'll fend him packing . [ Exit . P. Henry . Now , firs ; by'rlady , you fought ...
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... king Cambyfes ' vein . P. Henry . Well , here is my leg . Fal . And here is my fpeech : -Stand aside , nobility . Hoft . This is excellent fport , i'faith . E Fal . 1 Fal . Weep not , fweet queen , for Aa 11 . 45 KING HENRY IV .
... king Cambyfes ' vein . P. Henry . Well , here is my leg . Fal . And here is my fpeech : -Stand aside , nobility . Hoft . This is excellent fport , i'faith . E Fal . 1 Fal . Weep not , fweet queen , for Aa 11 . 45 KING HENRY IV .
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... Hoft . O the father , how he holds his countenance ! Fal . For God's fake , lords , convey my triftful queen , For tears do ftop the flood - gates of her eyes . Hoft . O rare ! he doth it as like one of these har lotry players , as I ...
... Hoft . O the father , how he holds his countenance ! Fal . For God's fake , lords , convey my triftful queen , For tears do ftop the flood - gates of her eyes . Hoft . O rare ! he doth it as like one of these har lotry players , as I ...
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... . Out , you rogue ! play out the play : I have much to fay in the behalf of that Falstaff . Re - enter Hoftefs , haftily . Hoft . O Jefu , my lord , my lord ! - Fal Fal . Heigh , heigh ! the devil rides upon 48 Aa 11 . FIRST PART OF.
... . Out , you rogue ! play out the play : I have much to fay in the behalf of that Falstaff . Re - enter Hoftefs , haftily . Hoft . O Jefu , my lord , my lord ! - Fal Fal . Heigh , heigh ! the devil rides upon 48 Aa 11 . FIRST PART OF.
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Seite 50 - 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 89 - 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 105 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Seite 67 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out...
Seite 89 - 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 31 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Seite 21 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Seite 14 - 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 89 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Seite 83 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...