The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Enter Henry Prince of Wales , and Sir John Falstaff . Fal . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? P. Henry . Thou art fo fat - witted with drinking old fack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and fleeping upon benches in the ...
... Enter Henry Prince of Wales , and Sir John Falstaff . Fal . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? P. Henry . Thou art fo fat - witted with drinking old fack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and fleeping upon benches in the ...
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... tis my vocation , Hal . ' Tis no fin for a man to labour in his vocation.- Poins ! SCENE III . Enter Poins . Now fhall we know if Gads - bill have fet a match . O , if men men were to be saved by merit , what hole 10 The First Part of.
... tis my vocation , Hal . ' Tis no fin for a man to labour in his vocation.- Poins ! SCENE III . Enter Poins . Now fhall we know if Gads - bill have fet a match . O , if men men were to be saved by merit , what hole 10 The First Part of.
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... Enter a Carrier with a Lantborn in bis Hand . H ' EIGH ho , an't be not four by the day I'll be hang'd . Charles ' wain is over the new chimney , and yet our horfe not packt . What , oftler ! Of Anon , anon ! 1 Car . I pr'ythee , Tom ...
... Enter a Carrier with a Lantborn in bis Hand . H ' EIGH ho , an't be not four by the day I'll be hang'd . Charles ' wain is over the new chimney , and yet our horfe not packt . What , oftler ! Of Anon , anon ! 1 Car . I pr'ythee , Tom ...
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... Enter Gads - hill . Gads . Good - morrow , carriers . What's a clock ? I Car . I think it be two a Clock . Gads . I pr'ythee , lend me thy lanthorn , to fee my gelding in the ftable . 1 Car , Nay , foft , I pray ye ; I know a trick ...
... Enter Gads - hill . Gads . Good - morrow , carriers . What's a clock ? I Car . I think it be two a Clock . Gads . I pr'ythee , lend me thy lanthorn , to fee my gelding in the ftable . 1 Car , Nay , foft , I pray ye ; I know a trick ...
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... Enter Prince Henry , Poins and Peto . Poins . Come , fhelter , fhelter ; I have removed Fal Staff's horfe , and he frets like a gumm'd velvet . P. Henry . Stand close . Enter Falftaff . Fal . Poins , Poins , and be hang'd , Poins ! " P ...
... Enter Prince Henry , Poins and Peto . Poins . Come , fhelter , fhelter ; I have removed Fal Staff's horfe , and he frets like a gumm'd velvet . P. Henry . Stand close . Enter Falftaff . Fal . Poins , Poins , and be hang'd , Poins ! " P ...
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againſt anſwer art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph blood captain coufin crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit fack faid Falstaff father fave fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould fight fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King Henry Lord Lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift Piftol pleaſe Poins pow'r pr'ythee prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon Reignier Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf Shal ſhall Sir John Sir John Falstaff ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Weft Westmorland whofe Whoſe wilt York
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Page 231 - 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...
Page 245 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in: As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him!
Page 122 - 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.
Page 195 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 230 - My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Page 74 - 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.
Page 123 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd ; The which observ'd, 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. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 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...
Page 146 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 183 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.