The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volume 7 |
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Page 59
... pistol kills a sparrow flying . Fal . You have hit it . P. Hen . So did he never the sparrow . Fal . Well , that rascal hath good metal in him ; he will not run . P. Hen . Why , what a rascal art thou then , to praise him so for running ...
... pistol kills a sparrow flying . Fal . You have hit it . P. Hen . So did he never the sparrow . Fal . Well , that rascal hath good metal in him ; he will not run . P. Hen . Why , what a rascal art thou then , to praise him so for running ...
Page 123
... pistol , if thou wilt . P. Hen . Give it me . What , is it in the case ? Fal . Ay , Hal ; ' tis hot , ' tis hot ; there's that will sack a city . [ the Prince draws out a bottle of sack . P. Hen . What , is ' t a time to jest and dally ...
... pistol , if thou wilt . P. Hen . Give it me . What , is it in the case ? Fal . Ay , Hal ; ' tis hot , ' tis hot ; there's that will sack a city . [ the Prince draws out a bottle of sack . P. Hen . What , is ' t a time to jest and dally ...
Page 142
... PISTOL , and PAGE . POINS and PETO , attendants on Prince Henry . SHALLOW and SILENCE , country justices . DAVY , servant to Shallow . MOULDY , SHADOW , WART , FEEBIE , and BULLCALF , recruits . FANG and SNARE , sheriff's officers ...
... PISTOL , and PAGE . POINS and PETO , attendants on Prince Henry . SHALLOW and SILENCE , country justices . DAVY , servant to Shallow . MOULDY , SHADOW , WART , FEEBIE , and BULLCALF , recruits . FANG and SNARE , sheriff's officers ...
Page 188
... Pistol's below , and would speak with you . Doll . Hang him , swaggering rascal ! let him not come hither it is the foul - mouthedst rogue in Eng- land . Host . If he swagger , let him not come here : no , by my faith ; I must live ...
... Pistol's below , and would speak with you . Doll . Hang him , swaggering rascal ! let him not come hither it is the foul - mouthedst rogue in Eng- land . Host . If he swagger , let him not come here : no , by my faith ; I must live ...
Page 190
... PISTOL , BARDOLPH , and PAGE . Pis . Save you , sir John ! Fal . Welcome , ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack : do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pis . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two ...
... PISTOL , BARDOLPH , and PAGE . Pis . Save you , sir John ! Fal . Welcome , ancient Pistol . Here , Pistol , I charge you with a cup of sack : do you discharge upon mine hostess . Pis . I will discharge upon her , sir John , with two ...
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Page 202 - 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 ? 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 99 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 331 - 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...
Page 28 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities: But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
Page 287 - 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 331 - 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.
Page 201 - 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 19 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Page 120 - O gentlemen ! the time of life is short ; To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Page 154 - 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.