The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, Μέρος 38,Τόμος 3 |
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Σελίδα 301
... Pist . ' Save you , Sir John ! Fal . Welcome , Ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack ; do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pist . I will discharge upon her , Sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is pistol ...
... Pist . ' Save you , Sir John ! Fal . Welcome , Ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack ; do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pist . I will discharge upon her , Sir John , with two bullets . Fal . She is pistol ...
Σελίδα 302
... Pist . I know you , Mistress Dorothy . Dol . Away , you cut - purse rascal ! you filthy bung , away By this wine , I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps , an you play the saucy cuttle with me . Away , you bottle - ale rascal ! you ...
... Pist . I know you , Mistress Dorothy . Dol . Away , you cut - purse rascal ! you filthy bung , away By this wine , I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps , an you play the saucy cuttle with me . Away , you bottle - ale rascal ! you ...
Σελίδα 303
... Pist . Sweet knight , I kiss thy neif . What ! we have seen the Seven Stars . Dol . Thrust him down stairs ; I cannot endure such a fustian rascal . Pist . Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Gal- loway nags ? Fal . Quoit him down ...
... Pist . Sweet knight , I kiss thy neif . What ! we have seen the Seven Stars . Dol . Thrust him down stairs ; I cannot endure such a fustian rascal . Pist . Thrust him down stairs ! know we not Gal- loway nags ? Fal . Quoit him down ...
Σελίδα 357
... Pist . Sir John , God save you ! Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good . Sweet knight , thou'rt now one of the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r Lady , I think ' a be SC . III ...
... Pist . Sir John , God save you ! Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good . Sweet knight , thou'rt now one of the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r Lady , I think ' a be SC . III ...
Σελίδα 358
... Pist . Puff ? Puff in thy teeth , most recreant coward base ! — Sir John , I am thy Pistol , and thy friend , And helter - skelter have I rode to thee ; And tidings do I bring , and lucky joys , And golden times , and happy news of ...
... Pist . Puff ? Puff in thy teeth , most recreant coward base ! — Sir John , I am thy Pistol , and thy friend , And helter - skelter have I rode to thee ; And tidings do I bring , and lucky joys , And golden times , and happy news of ...
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
answer arms Bard Bardolph Bast bear better blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother comes cousin crown dead death dost doth Duke earth England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith Falstaff father fear fellow field fight France French friends Gaunt gentle give Grace grief hand Harry hath head hear heart Heaven HENRY hold honour horse Host hour I'll John keep King Lady land leave liege live look lord Majesty Master means meet never night noble North once peace Percy Pist Poins poor pray Prince Rich Richard SCENE Shal shame shew Sir John soldier soul speak spirit stand sweet sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thousand tongue true uncle unto York young
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Σελίδα 81 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Σελίδα 52 - 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.
Σελίδα 394 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Σελίδα 259 - 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.
Σελίδα 50 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb ; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Σελίδα 130 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, 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!
Σελίδα 312 - 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 intreasure'd. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Σελίδα 435 - 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...
Σελίδα 183 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. 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, trimly...
Σελίδα 401 - 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...