The Shakspere reading book, being seventeen of Shakspere's plays abridged for the use of schools and public readings by H.C. Bowen |
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... leek about his pate Upon Saint Davy's day . 40 K. Hen . Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day , lest he knock that about yours . Pist . Art thou his friend ? K. Hen . And his kinsman too . Pist . The figo for thee , then ! K ...
... leek about his pate Upon Saint Davy's day . 40 K. Hen . Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day , lest he knock that about yours . Pist . Art thou his friend ? K. Hen . And his kinsman too . Pist . The figo for thee , then ! K ...
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... leeks did grow , wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps ; which , your majesty know , to this hour is an honourable padge of the service ; and I do believe your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day . K. Hen . I ...
... leeks did grow , wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps ; which , your majesty know , to this hour is an honourable padge of the service ; and I do believe your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day . K. Hen . I ...
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... leek to - day ? Saint Davy's day is past . Flu . There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things I will tell you , as my friend , Captain Gower : the rascally , scald , beggarly , pragging knave , Pistol , which you and ...
... leek to - day ? Saint Davy's day is past . Flu . There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things I will tell you , as my friend , Captain Gower : the rascally , scald , beggarly , pragging knave , Pistol , which you and ...
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... leek , you can eat a leek . 33 Gow . Enough , captain ; you have astonish'd him . Flu . I say , I will make him eat some part of my leek , or I will peat his pate four days . Bite , I pray you ; it is good for your green wound and your ...
... leek , you can eat a leek . 33 Gow . Enough , captain ; you have astonish'd him . Flu . I say , I will make him eat some part of my leek , or I will peat his pate four days . Bite , I pray you ; it is good for your green wound and your ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Art thou Bardolph Beat Beatrice better blood brother Cassell's Cesario Claud Claudio cloth cousin coward dear DON PEDRO dost thou doth Duke of Burgundy England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fellow Fluellen fool Forest of Arden France Friar friends gentleman give grace hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath hear heart Hero hither honour horse HOTSPUR Illyria Kate KING HENRY lady leek Leon Leonato liege look lord madam majesty Malvolio Marry master Master constable Mortimer never night noble Olivia Orlando Percy Pist Poins pray Prince Prince of Wales prithee Re-enter Rosalind shalt Sir Andrew Sir Toby Sir Topas soldier soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thou art thou hast to-morrow troth uncle villain wilt youth Zounds
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 322 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Seite 297 - NOW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons...
Seite 241 - 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 ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition...
Seite 333 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 212 - 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 334 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Seite 307 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Seite 333 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Seite 300 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Seite 240 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.