The Works of Shakespeare, Том 4J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Shallow and Silence , Country Juftices .. Davy , Servant to Shallow . Phang and Snare , two Serjeants . Mouldy , Shadow , Wart , Feeble , Country Soldiers . Bulcalf , Lady Northumberland : Lady Percy , Hoflefs Quickly .. Doll Tear ...
... Shallow and Silence , Country Juftices .. Davy , Servant to Shallow . Phang and Snare , two Serjeants . Mouldy , Shadow , Wart , Feeble , Country Soldiers . Bulcalf , Lady Northumberland : Lady Percy , Hoflefs Quickly .. Doll Tear ...
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... Shallow's Seat in Gloucefterfhire . Enter Shallow and Silence , Juftices ; with Mouldy , Shadow , Wart , Feeble , and Bull - calf . NOME on , come on , come on ; give me Shal . Coy COM your hand , Sir ; an early stirrer , by the rood ...
... Shallow's Seat in Gloucefterfhire . Enter Shallow and Silence , Juftices ; with Mouldy , Shadow , Wart , Feeble , and Bull - calf . NOME on , come on , come on ; give me Shal . Coy COM your hand , Sir ; an early stirrer , by the rood ...
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). You were call'd lufty Shallow then , coufin . So I was call'd any thing , and I would have done any thing , indeed , too , and roundly too . There was I , and little John Doit of Staffordshire ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). You were call'd lufty Shallow then , coufin . So I was call'd any thing , and I would have done any thing , indeed , too , and roundly too . There was I , and little John Doit of Staffordshire ...
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... Shallow ? Shal . I am Robert Shallow , Sir , a poor Efquire of this Country , one of the King's Juftices of the peace : what is your good pleasure with me ? Bard . My captain , Sir , commends him to you : my captain Sir John Falstaff ...
... Shallow ? Shal . I am Robert Shallow , Sir , a poor Efquire of this Country , one of the King's Juftices of the peace : what is your good pleasure with me ? Bard . My captain , Sir , commends him to you : my captain Sir John Falstaff ...
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... Shallow , deep , mafter Shallow . Feeble . I would , Wart might have gone , Sir . Fal . I would , thou wert a man's tailor , that thou might'ft mend him , and make him fit to go . I cannot put him to be a private foldier , that is the ...
... Shallow , deep , mafter Shallow . Feeble . I would , Wart might have gone , Sir . Fal . I would , thou wert a man's tailor , that thou might'ft mend him , and make him fit to go . I cannot put him to be a private foldier , that is the ...
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Стр. 102 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour 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 honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Стр. 295 - 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...
Стр. 265 - 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!
Стр. 208 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the shipboy'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 deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Стр. 70 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Стр. 294 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Стр. 23 - 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...
Стр. 209 - 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.
Стр. 87 - To chase these pagans in those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Стр. 265 - 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.