The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volumen4 |
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... Shal . And how doth my coufin , 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 fay , my coufin William is become ...
... Shal . And how doth my coufin , 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 fay , my coufin William is become ...
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... Shal . Certain , ' tis certain , very fure , very fure . Death ( as the Pfalmist faith ) is certain to all , all shall die . How a good yoke of Bullocks at Stamford Fair ? Sil . Truly , coufin , I was not there . Shal . Death is certain ...
... Shal . Certain , ' tis certain , very fure , very fure . Death ( as the Pfalmist faith ) is certain to all , all shall die . How a good yoke of Bullocks at Stamford Fair ? Sil . Truly , coufin , I was not there . Shal . Death is certain ...
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... Shal . He greets me well Sir , I knew him a good back - fword man . How doth the good Knight ? may I afk , how my lady his wife doth ? Bard . Sir , pardon , a foldier is better accommodated than with a wife . Shal . It is well faid ...
... Shal . He greets me well Sir , I knew him a good back - fword man . How doth the good Knight ? may I afk , how my lady his wife doth ? Bard . Sir , pardon , a foldier is better accommodated than with a wife . Shal . It is well faid ...
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... Shal . No , Sir John , it is my cousin Silence ; in Com- miffion with me . Fal . Good mafter Silence , it well ... Shal . Marry , have we , Sir . Will you fit ? Fal . Let me fee them , 1 befeech you . Shal . Where's the roll ? where's ...
... Shal . No , Sir John , it is my cousin Silence ; in Com- miffion with me . Fal . Good mafter Silence , it well ... Shal . Marry , have we , Sir . Will you fit ? Fal . Let me fee them , 1 befeech you . Shal . Where's the roll ? where's ...
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... Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will ferve for fummer ; prick him ; for we have a number of fhadows do fill up the mufter- book . 3 Shal . Thomas Wart . Fal . Where's he ? Wart . Here , Sir . Fal . Is thy name Wart ...
... Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will ferve for fummer ; prick him ; for we have a number of fhadows do fill up the mufter- book . 3 Shal . Thomas Wart . Fal . Where's he ? Wart . Here , Sir . Fal . Is thy name Wart ...
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againſt anſwer bafe Bard Bardolph becauſe blood Boling Bolingbroke caufe coufin Crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff fame father fave fear feems felf fenfe fent fhall fhew fhould fight fince firft flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath heart heav'n Henry himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King lord lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland paffage peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins POPE pow'r prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel reafon reft Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shakespeare Shal ſhall Sir John ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto uſed WARBURTON Weft whofe word York
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Página 134 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Página 125 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Página 215 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Página 290 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, 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.
Página 447 - 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.
Página 405 - 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!
Página 288 - 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.
Página 58 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit. As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Página 320 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Página 99 - Ha, ha! keep time. How sour sweet music is When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.