The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 2권Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... 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 ...
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... Pist . Then to you , mistress Dorothy ; I will charge you . Dol . Charge me ? I scorn you , scurvy companion . What ! you poor , base , rascally , cheating , lack - linen mate ! Away , you mouldy rogue , away ! I am meat for your master ...
... Pist . Then to you , mistress Dorothy ; I will charge you . Dol . Charge me ? I scorn you , scurvy companion . What ! you poor , base , rascally , cheating , lack - linen mate ! Away , you mouldy rogue , away ! I am meat for your master ...
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... Pist . Not I tell thee what , corporal Bardolph ; -I could tear her : -I'll be revenged on her . Page . Pray thee , go down . Pist . I'll see her damned first ; -to Pluto's damned lake , to the infernal deep , with Erebus and tortures ...
... Pist . Not I tell thee what , corporal Bardolph ; -I could tear her : -I'll be revenged on her . Page . Pray thee , go down . Pist . I'll see her damned first ; -to Pluto's damned lake , to the infernal deep , with Erebus and tortures ...
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... 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 Galloway 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 Galloway nags ? Fal . Quoit him down ...
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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 . Sweet knight , thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a be ; but ...
... Pist . God save you , sir John ! Fal . What wind blew you hither , Pistol ? Pist . Not the ill wind which blows no man to good . Sweet knight , thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm . Sil . By'r lady , I think ' a be ; but ...
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169 페이지 - 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 ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great...
169 페이지 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, 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...
83 페이지 - 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.
279 페이지 - 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 ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
108 페이지 - 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 : — this earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
98 페이지 - 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
169 페이지 - ning 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?
279 페이지 - 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.
241 페이지 - 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!
341 페이지 - 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 by 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.