The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, Volume 4Carpenter and Son, 1814 |
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... Suff . Within the Temple hall we were too loud ; The garden here is more convenient . Plan . Then say at once , if I maintain'd the truth ; Or , else was wrangling Somerset in the error ? Suff . ' Faith , I have been a truant in the law ...
... Suff . Within the Temple hall we were too loud ; The garden here is more convenient . Plan . Then say at once , if I maintain'd the truth ; Or , else was wrangling Somerset in the error ? Suff . ' Faith , I have been a truant in the law ...
Page 28
... Suff . I pluck this red rose , with young Somerset ; And say withal , I think he held the right . Ver . Stay , lords and gentlemen : and pluck no more , Till you conclude - that he , upon whose side The fewest roses are cropp'd from the ...
... Suff . I pluck this red rose , with young Somerset ; And say withal , I think he held the right . Ver . Stay , lords and gentlemen : and pluck no more , Till you conclude - that he , upon whose side The fewest roses are cropp'd from the ...
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... Suff . Turn not thy scorns this way , Plantagenet . Plan , Proud Poole , I will ; and scorn both him and Suff . I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat . [ thee . Som . Away , away , good William De - la - Poole ! We grace the yeoman ...
... Suff . Turn not thy scorns this way , Plantagenet . Plan , Proud Poole , I will ; and scorn both him and Suff . I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat . [ thee . Som . Away , away , good William De - la - Poole ! We grace the yeoman ...
Page 68
... Suff . Be what thou wilt , thou art my prisoner . [ Gazes on her . O fairest beauty , do not fear , nor fly ; For I will touch thee but with reverent hands , And lay them gently on thy tender side . I kiss these fingers [ Kissing her ...
... Suff . Be what thou wilt , thou art my prisoner . [ Gazes on her . O fairest beauty , do not fear , nor fly ; For I will touch thee but with reverent hands , And lay them gently on thy tender side . I kiss these fingers [ Kissing her ...
Page 69
... Suff . How canst thou tell , she will deny thy suit , Before thou make a trial of her love ? [ Aside . Mar. Why speak'st thou not ? what ransom must I pay ? Suff . She's beautiful ; and therefore to be woo'd ' : She is a woman ...
... Suff . How canst thou tell , she will deny thy suit , Before thou make a trial of her love ? [ Aside . Mar. Why speak'st thou not ? what ransom must I pay ? Suff . She's beautiful ; and therefore to be woo'd ' : She is a woman ...
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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...