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Pist . God save you , Sir John ! Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not
the ill wind which blows no man to good 10. — Sweet knight , thou art now one of
the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a be ; but goodman Puff of ...
Pist . God save you , Sir John ! Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not
the ill wind which blows no man to good 10. — Sweet knight , thou art now one of
the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a be ; but goodman Puff of ...
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Pist . Why then , lament therefore . Shal . Give me pardon , sir : -If , sir , you come
with news from the court , I take it , there is but two ways ; either to utter them , or
to conceal them . I am , sir , under the king , in some authority . Pist . Under which
...
Pist . Why then , lament therefore . Shal . Give me pardon , sir : -If , sir , you come
with news from the court , I take it , there is but two ways ; either to utter them , or
to conceal them . I am , sir , under the king , in some authority . Pist . Under which
...
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Pist . Let foods o'erswell , and fiends for food howl on ! Nym . You'll pay me the
eight shillings I won of you at betting ? Pist . Base is the slave that pays . Nym .
That now I will have ; that's the humour of it . Pist . As manhood shall compound ...
Pist . Let foods o'erswell , and fiends for food howl on ! Nym . You'll pay me the
eight shillings I won of you at betting ? Pist . Base is the slave that pays . Nym .
That now I will have ; that's the humour of it . Pist . As manhood shall compound ...
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Pist . Trailest thou the puissant pike ? K. Hen . Even so : What are you ? Pist . As
good a gentleman as the emperor . K. Hen . Then you are a better than the king .
Pist . The king's a bawcock , and a heart of gold , A lad of life , an imp * of fame ...
Pist . Trailest thou the puissant pike ? K. Hen . Even so : What are you ? Pist . As
good a gentleman as the emperor . K. Hen . Then you are a better than the king .
Pist . The king's a bawcock , and a heart of gold , A lad of life , an imp * of fame ...
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Pist . Not for Cadwallader , and all his goats . Flu . There is one goat for you , [
Strikes him . ] Will you be so goot , scald ... Pist . Base Trojan , thou shalt die . Flu .
You say very true , scald knave , when Got's will is : I will desire you to live in the ...
Pist . Not for Cadwallader , and all his goats . Flu . There is one goat for you , [
Strikes him . ] Will you be so goot , scald ... Pist . Base Trojan , thou shalt die . Flu .
You say very true , scald knave , when Got's will is : I will desire you to live in the ...
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ancient appears arms Bard Bardolph bear better blood Boling Bolingbroke brother called comes common cousin crown dead death doth duke earl earth England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair Falstaff father fear France French friends give grace hand Harry hast hath head hear heart heaven Holinshed honour horse Host hour John keep kind King Henry Lady land leave live look lord majesty master means meet mind never night noble North once passage peace Percy person Pist play Poins poor present prince quarto Queen Rich Richard SCENE sense Shakspeare Shal Sir John soldiers soul speak stand sweet sword tell term thee thing thou thou art thought thousand tongue true turn York
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Página 309 - 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...
Página 34 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Página 28 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Página 34 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son ; This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm...
Página 229 - 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 276 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Página 306 - 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...
Página 229 - 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 that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Página 482 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : 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...
Página 259 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
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| Título | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1-2. Henry V Volumen5 de The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Ilustrado por | Thomas Stothard |
| Editor | C. Whittingham, 1826 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 29 Dic. 2006 |
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