King Henry IV.: The First[-second] Part ... in Five ActsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1808 |
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... Pist . I know you , Mistress Dorothy . Dol . Away , you cut - purse rascal ! Away , you bot- tle - ale rascal ! you basket - hilt stale juggler , you ! — Since when , I pray you , sir ? — Pist . I will murder your ruff for this . Fal ...
... Pist . I know you , Mistress Dorothy . Dol . Away , you cut - purse rascal ! Away , you bot- tle - ale rascal ! you basket - hilt stale juggler , you ! — Since when , I pray you , sir ? — Pist . I will murder your ruff for this . Fal ...
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... Pist . Feed , and be fat , my fair Calipolis : Come , give's some sack . -Si fortuna me tormenta , sperato me contenta .-- Fear we broad - sides ? ' no , let the fiend give fire : Give me some sack . Fal . Pistol , I would be quiet . Pist ...
... Pist . Feed , and be fat , my fair Calipolis : Come , give's some sack . -Si fortuna me tormenta , sperato me contenta .-- Fear we broad - sides ? ' no , let the fiend give fire : Give me some sack . Fal . Pistol , I would be quiet . Pist ...
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... Pist . Heaven 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 ...
... Pist . Heaven 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 ...
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... Pist . Under which king , Bezonian ? speak , or die . Shal . Under King Harry . Pist . Harry the Fourth ? or Fifth ? Shal . Harry the Fourth . Pist . Fourth in thy teeth ! -- Sir John , thy tender lambkin now is king ; Harry the Fifth's ...
... Pist . Under which king , Bezonian ? speak , or die . Shal . Under King Harry . Pist . Harry the Fourth ? or Fifth ? Shal . Harry the Fourth . Pist . Fourth in thy teeth ! -- Sir John , thy tender lambkin now is king ; Harry the Fifth's ...
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... Pist . Base tike , call'st thou me - host ? Now , by this hand swear , I scorn the term ; nor shall my Nell keep lodgers . Quick . O welladay , lady , if he be not drawn now ! We shall have wilful adultery and murder commit- ted . Bard ...
... Pist . Base tike , call'st thou me - host ? Now , by this hand swear , I scorn the term ; nor shall my Nell keep lodgers . Quick . O welladay , lady , if he be not drawn now ! We shall have wilful adultery and murder commit- ted . Bard ...
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Page 77 - 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.
Page 70 - 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.
Page 15 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian • But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Page 60 - Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that: You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Page 51 - 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...
Page 51 - With deafning 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.
Page 17 - 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...
Page 48 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Page 48 - 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 vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves...
Page 15 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am...