The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 4Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Page 201
... Falstaff , while soliloquizing at the Garter Inn , says ; " The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorse as they would have drowned a bitch's blind puppies , fifteen i ' the litter and YOU may know by my size that I have ...
... Falstaff , while soliloquizing at the Garter Inn , says ; " The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorse as they would have drowned a bitch's blind puppies , fifteen i ' the litter and YOU may know by my size that I have ...
Page 204
... Falstaff's speech in The First Part of King Henry the Fourth , act v . sc . 2 ) ; " Did you never see The play where ... Falstaff . " ( The Character of Sir John Falstaff , as originally exhibited by Shakespeare , & c . , 1841 , p . 28 ...
... Falstaff's speech in The First Part of King Henry the Fourth , act v . sc . 2 ) ; " Did you never see The play where ... Falstaff . " ( The Character of Sir John Falstaff , as originally exhibited by Shakespeare , & c . , 1841 , p . 28 ...
Page 205
... Falstaff before the play was printed . Rowe mentions " that this part of Falstaff is said to have been written originally under the name of Oldcastle : some of that family being then remaining , the Queen was pleas'd to command him to ...
... Falstaff before the play was printed . Rowe mentions " that this part of Falstaff is said to have been written originally under the name of Oldcastle : some of that family being then remaining , the Queen was pleas'd to command him to ...
Page 206
... FALSTAFF . SIR MICHAEL , a friend to the Archbishop of York . POINTZ . GADSHILL . PETO . BARDOLPHI . LADY PERCY , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . LADY MORTIMER , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . MISTRESS QUICKLY ...
... FALSTAFF . SIR MICHAEL , a friend to the Archbishop of York . POINTZ . GADSHILL . PETO . BARDOLPHI . LADY PERCY , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . LADY MORTIMER , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . MISTRESS QUICKLY ...
Page 210
... 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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Page 43 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?
Page 450 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock 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.
Page 496 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Page 50 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 277 - 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.
Page 169 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCHESS. Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre the eyes of men After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!
Page 352 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Page 430 - 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 ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
Page 421 - 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.
Page 277 - Tis not due yet ; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, '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