Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: The Text of the 1st Ed, Volum 8 Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1885 |
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Alanson Alarum Armes art thou Bard Bardolfe Bardolph Bish blood Captaine Collevile Const Constable of France Cousin Crowne dayes dead death do'st Dolph Dolphin doth Dowglas Duke Earle England English Enter Exeter Exeunt Exit Falst Falstaffe Father feare flye France French friends give Glost Gloster Gower Grace Harry Harry Percy hath heare heart Heaven heere Henry Honor Horse Hostesse Hotsp Kate Kath King Liege looke Lord Majestie morrow ne're never night Noble Northumberland Orleance Peace Percy Pist Pistoll Poin pray prethee Prince Prince of Wales Pucell Puzel Reignier Richard Plantagenet Scana selfe Shal Shallow shee shew Sir John Sir John Falstaffe Somerset Sonne Souldiers Soveraigne speake Sunne sweet Sword Talb Talbot tell thee thine thinke thou art thou hast thou wilt Unckle unto valiant Warre wee'le Westmerland yeeld yeeres Yorke
Populære avsnitt
Side 212 - 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...
Side 220 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.
Side 45 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Side 283 - Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night ! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death ! King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long ! England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Side 220 - 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...
Side 133 - 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...
Side 133 - With deafning 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.
Side 87 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Side 11 - He was perfumed like a milliner; And '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...
Side 252 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, "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.