The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 4G. Bell, 1875 |
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... Shallow and Silence ? How irresistibly comic are all the scenes in which Falstaff is made to humour the fatuity and vanity of this precious pair ! cuous . The historic characters are delineated with a felicity and indi- viduality not ...
... Shallow and Silence ? How irresistibly comic are all the scenes in which Falstaff is made to humour the fatuity and vanity of this precious pair ! cuous . The historic characters are delineated with a felicity and indi- viduality not ...
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... 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 ...
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... Shallow a Vice's dagger . So in Twelfth Night , Act iv . Sc . 2 : - " In a trice , like to the old Vice , Your need to sustain , Who with dagger of lath , " & c . Fal . Are you not a coward ? answer me 54 АСТ 11 . FIRST PART OF.
... Shallow a Vice's dagger . So in Twelfth Night , Act iv . Sc . 2 : - " In a trice , like to the old Vice , Your need to sustain , Who with dagger of lath , " & c . Fal . Are you not a coward ? answer me 54 АСТ 11 . FIRST PART OF.
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... shallow jesters , and rash bavin3 wits , Soon kindled , and soon burnt : carded9 his state ; Mingled his royalty with carping 10 fools ; that divine condescension which excludes none from its regard , and , therefore , immediately ...
... shallow jesters , and rash bavin3 wits , Soon kindled , and soon burnt : carded9 his state ; Mingled his royalty with carping 10 fools ; that divine condescension which excludes none from its regard , and , therefore , immediately ...
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... 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 Westmoreland , Our duty this ...
... 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 Westmoreland , Our duty this ...
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ancient art thou Bard Bardolph Ben Jonson blood brother called captain Constable of France Cotgrave cousin crown devil dost doth Douglas Duke Earl Eastcheap England English Enter Exeunt Exit faith Falstaff father fear folio France French friends give Glend Glendower grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host Hotspur humour Kate Kath King Henry King Henry IV king's knave Lady liege look lord majesty master means merry Mortimer never night noble Northumberland numbers old copies passage peace Percy Pist Pistol play Poins pr'ythee pray PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales quarto rogue sack says SCENE Shakespeare Shal Shallow Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers speak Steevens sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought unto Westmoreland word
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Page 372 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Page 327 - And you, good yeomen, 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!
Page 199 - 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 deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 23 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
Page 202 - 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 199 - 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 281 - 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? O, pardon ! since a crooked figure may Attest, in little place, a million ; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces...
Page 168 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife.
Page 198 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, 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...
Page 281 - 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...