The Plays, Band 5Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... Falstaff . Poins . Gadshill . Peto . Bardolph . Lady Percy , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . Lady Mortimer , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . Mrs. Quickly , hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers ...
... Falstaff . Poins . Gadshill . Peto . Bardolph . Lady Percy , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . Lady Mortimer , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . Mrs. Quickly , hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers ...
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... Falstaff . Fal . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? P. Hen . Thou art so fat - witted , with drinking of old sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to demand ...
... Falstaff . Fal . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? P. Hen . Thou art so fat - witted , with drinking of old sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to demand ...
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... Falstaff . Poins . Now , my good sweet honey lord , ride with us to - morrow ; I have a jest to execute , that I cannot manage alone . Falstaff , Bardolph , Peto , and Gadshill , shall rob those men that we have al- ready way - laid ...
... Falstaff . Poins . Now , my good sweet honey lord , ride with us to - morrow ; I have a jest to execute , that I cannot manage alone . Falstaff , Bardolph , Peto , and Gadshill , shall rob those men that we have al- ready way - laid ...
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... Falstaff's horse , and he frets like a gummed velvet . P. Hen . Stand close . Enter Falstaff . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! Public accountants . + Booty . Oiled , smoothed her over . In what we acquire . || Houest . P ...
... Falstaff's horse , and he frets like a gummed velvet . P. Hen . Stand close . Enter Falstaff . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! Public accountants . + Booty . Oiled , smoothed her over . In what we acquire . || Houest . P ...
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... Falstaff , after a blow or two , and the rest , run away , leaving their booty behind them . ] P. Hen . Got with much ease . Now merrily to horse : The thieves are scatter'd , and possess'd with fear So strongly , that they dare not ...
... Falstaff , after a blow or two , and the rest , run away , leaving their booty behind them . ] P. Hen . Got with much ease . Now merrily to horse : The thieves are scatter'd , and possess'd with fear So strongly , that they dare not ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke brother captain Constable of France cousin crown dæmon dead death Doll dost doth Duch duke earl Eastcheap England English Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff Farewell father fear France French friends Gaunt give Glend Gloster grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host John of Gaunt Kate Kath King Henry King Richard Lady liege live look lord majesty master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pray prince Prince John prince of Wales Queen Rich SCENE Scroop Shal Shallow sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle unto villain Westmoreland word York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 297 - 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.
Seite 330 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Seite 21 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Seite 213 - 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? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly...
Seite 131 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Seite 50 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd : — For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court : and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning...
Seite 322 - 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...
Seite 307 - 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...
Seite 366 - To-morrow is Saint Crispian ; " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, " These wounds I had on Crispin's day." Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day : then shall our names, Familiar in...
Seite 235 - 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.