The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Volume 4Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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Page 26
... shallow. ,. cowardly. hind. ,. and you lie . What a lack - brain is this ! By the Lord , our plot is a good plot as ever was laid ; our friends true and constant : a good plot , good friends , and full of expectation : an excellent plot ...
... shallow. ,. cowardly. hind. ,. and you lie . What a lack - brain is this ! By the Lord , our plot is a good plot as ever was laid ; our friends true and constant : a good plot , good friends , and full of expectation : an excellent plot ...
Page 53
... shallow jesters , and rash bavin wits , Soon kindled , and soon burn'd : carded his state ; Mingled his royalty with capering fools ; Had his great name profaned with their scorns ; And gave his countenance , against his name , To laugh ...
... shallow jesters , and rash bavin wits , Soon kindled , and soon burn'd : carded his state ; Mingled his royalty with capering fools ; Had his great name profaned with their scorns ; And gave his countenance , against his name , To laugh ...
Page 82
... shallow scratch should drive The prince of Wales from such a field as this ; Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on , And rebels ' arms triumph in massacres ! P. John . We breathe too long : - Come , cousin West- moreland , Our duty ...
... shallow scratch should drive The prince of Wales from such a field as this ; Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on , And rebels ' arms triumph in massacres ! P. John . We breathe too long : - Come , cousin West- moreland , Our duty ...
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... Shallow and Silence , Country Justices . Davy , Servant to Shallow . Mouldy , Shadow , Wart , Feeble , and Bullcalf , Recruits . Fang and Snare , Sheriff's Officers . Rumour . A Porter . A Dancer . Speaker of the Epilogue . Lady ...
... Shallow and Silence , Country Justices . Davy , Servant to Shallow . Mouldy , Shadow , Wart , Feeble , and Bullcalf , Recruits . Fang and Snare , Sheriff's Officers . Rumour . A Porter . A Dancer . Speaker of the Epilogue . Lady ...
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... Shallow . Shal . And how doth my cousin , your bed - fellow ? and your fairest daughter , and mine , my god - daughter Ellen ? Sil . Alas , a black ouzel , cousin Shallow . Shal . By yea and nay , sir , I dare say , my cousin William is ...
... Shallow . Shal . And how doth my cousin , your bed - fellow ? and your fairest daughter , and mine , my god - daughter Ellen ? Sil . Alas , a black ouzel , cousin Shallow . Shal . By yea and nay , sir , I dare say , my cousin William is ...
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Alarum arms art thou Bard Bardolph bear blood Cade captain cousin crown dauphin dead death Doll dost doth duke duke of Burgundy duke of York earl England English Enter KING HENRY Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fight France French friends give Gloster grace hand Harfleur Harry hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Jack Cade Kath lady liege live look lord lord protector majesty master Mortimer ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Pucelle queen Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Shal Shallow shame sir John sir John Falstaff Sirrah soldiers Somerset soul speak Suff Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt tongue traitor uncle unto valiant Warwick Westmoreland word York
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Page 94 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Page 39 - 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 77 - 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
Page 60 - 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.
Page 38 - 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 48 - I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry : 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
Page 68 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm; in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Page 41 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! If to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know, is damned: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; Banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company ; banish...
Page 21 - 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 12 - twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took 't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...