The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Page 115
... speak with you . Del . Hang him , fwaggering rafcal , let him not come hither ; it is the foul - mouth'dft rogue in England , She means to fay Splenetick , Feft , Hoft . If he fwagger , let him not come King HENRY IV . 119.
... speak with you . Del . Hang him , fwaggering rafcal , let him not come hither ; it is the foul - mouth'dft rogue in England , She means to fay Splenetick , Feft , Hoft . If he fwagger , let him not come King HENRY IV . 119.
Page 116
... . Here , Piftol , I charge you with a cup of fack : do you discharge upon mine ho- ftefs . Pift . I will discharge upon her , Sir John , with two bul- lets . Fal . Fal . She is piftol proof , Sir , you 116 The Second Part of.
... . Here , Piftol , I charge you with a cup of fack : do you discharge upon mine ho- ftefs . Pift . I will discharge upon her , Sir John , with two bul- lets . Fal . Fal . She is piftol proof , Sir , you 116 The Second Part of.
Page 117
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Fal . She is piftol proof , Sir , you fhall hardly offend her . Hoft . Come , I'll drink no proofs , nor no bullets : I will drink no more than will do me good , for no man's pleafure , I ...
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Fal . She is piftol proof , Sir , you fhall hardly offend her . Hoft . Come , I'll drink no proofs , nor no bullets : I will drink no more than will do me good , for no man's pleafure , I ...
Page 121
... she is , by my troth . Fal . Did thou hear me ? P. Henry . Yes ; and you knew me as you did when you ran away by Gads - bill , you knew I was at your back , and fpoke it on purpose to try my patience . Fal . No , no , no , not fo ; I ...
... she is , by my troth . Fal . Did thou hear me ? P. Henry . Yes ; and you knew me as you did when you ran away by Gads - bill , you knew I was at your back , and fpoke it on purpose to try my patience . Fal . No , no , no , not fo ; I ...
Page 131
... She lives , mafter Shallow . Sbal . She never could away with me . Fal . Never , never : fhe would always fay fhe could not abide mafter Shallow . Shal . By the mafs , I could anger her to the heart : the was then a Bona - roba . Doth ...
... She lives , mafter Shallow . Sbal . She never could away with me . Fal . Never , never : fhe would always fay fhe could not abide mafter Shallow . Shal . By the mafs , I could anger her to the heart : the was then a Bona - roba . Doth ...
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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.