The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, 5. kötetDove, 1830 |
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8. oldal
... hath ! He , that but fears the thing he would not know , Hath , by instinct , knowledge from others ' eyes , That what he fear'd is chanced . Yet speak , Morton ; Tell thou thy earl , his divination lies ; And I will take it as a sweet ...
... hath ! He , that but fears the thing he would not know , Hath , by instinct , knowledge from others ' eyes , That what he fear'd is chanced . Yet speak , Morton ; Tell thou thy earl , his divination lies ; And I will take it as a sweet ...
9. oldal
... hath won ; and hath sent out A speedy power , to encounter you , my lord , Under the conduct of young Lancaster , And Westmoreland : this is the news at full . North . For this I shall have time enough to mourn . In poison there is ...
... hath won ; and hath sent out A speedy power , to encounter you , my lord , Under the conduct of young Lancaster , And Westmoreland : this is the news at full . North . For this I shall have time enough to mourn . In poison there is ...
10. oldal
... hath then befallen , Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth , More than that being which was like to be ? Bard . We all , that are engaged to this loss , Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas , That , if we wrought our ...
... hath then befallen , Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth , More than that being which was like to be ? Bard . We all , that are engaged to this loss , Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas , That , if we wrought our ...
15. oldal
... hath yet some smack of age in you , some re- lish of the saltness of time ; and I most humbly beseech your lordship , to have a reverend care of your health . Ch . Just . Sir John , I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury ...
... hath yet some smack of age in you , some re- lish of the saltness of time ; and I most humbly beseech your lordship , to have a reverend care of your health . Ch . Just . Sir John , I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury ...
16. oldal
... hath misled me : I am the fel- low with the great belly , and he my dog.h Ch . Just . Well , I am loath to gall a new - healed wound ; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night's exploit on Gad's - hill : you ...
... hath misled me : I am the fel- low with the great belly , and he my dog.h Ch . Just . Well , I am loath to gall a new - healed wound ; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night's exploit on Gad's - hill : you ...
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Alarum arms Bard Bardolph bear blood brother Cade captain Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin dead death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward enemy England English Enter King HENRY Exeter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath head hear heart heaven Henry's Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade lady liege look lord lord protector majesty Margaret master never night noble Northumberland peace Pist Pistol Poins pray prince PUCELLE queen Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE Shakspeare Shal sir John sir John Falstaff soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak STEEVENS Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt traitor unto Warwick Westmoreland wilt words
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49. oldal - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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.
146. oldal - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!
111. oldal - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
48. oldal - O Sleep ! 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 ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody...
181. oldal - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
25. oldal - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcelgilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsunweek, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it?
248. oldal - Will I upon thy party wear this rose : And here I prophesy ; — This brawl to-day Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden. Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
499. oldal - Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!' And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
442. oldal - To kings that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth! And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
123. oldal - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home 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,...