The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 13Jefferson Press, 1908 |
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... PIST . Base tike , call'st thou me host ? Now , by this hand , I swear , I scorn the term ; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers . HOST . No , by my troth , not long ; for we cannot lodge 11 sworn brothers to France ] bosom comrades on our ...
... PIST . Base tike , call'st thou me host ? Now , by this hand , I swear , I scorn the term ; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers . HOST . No , by my troth , not long ; for we cannot lodge 11 sworn brothers to France ] bosom comrades on our ...
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... PIST . Pish for thee , Iceland dog ! thou prick - ear'd cur of Iceland ! HOST . Good Corporal Nym , show thy valour , and put up your sword . NYì . Will you shog off ? I would have you solus . PIST . " Solus , " egregious dog ? O viper ...
... PIST . Pish for thee , Iceland dog ! thou prick - ear'd cur of Iceland ! HOST . Good Corporal Nym , show thy valour , and put up your sword . NYì . Will you shog off ? I would have you solus . PIST . " Solus , " egregious dog ? O viper ...
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... PIST . An oath of mickle might ; and fury shall abate . Give me thy fist , thy fore - foot to me give : Thy spirits are most tall . NYM . I will cut thy throat , one time or other , in fair terms that is the humour of it . PIST ...
... PIST . An oath of mickle might ; and fury shall abate . Give me thy fist , thy fore - foot to me give : Thy spirits are most tall . NYM . I will cut thy throat , one time or other , in fair terms that is the humour of it . PIST ...
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... PIST . Let floods o'ers well , and fiends for food howl 90 on ! NYì . You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of at betting ? PIST . Base is the slave that pays . you NYM . That now I will have : that's the humour of it . 74 the lazar ...
... PIST . Let floods o'ers well , and fiends for food howl 90 on ! NYì . You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of at betting ? PIST . Base is the slave that pays . you NYM . That now I will have : that's the humour of it . 74 the lazar ...
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William Shakespeare. PIST . As manhood shall compound : push home . [ They draw . BARD . By this sword , he that makes the first thrust , I'll kill him ; by this sword , I will . PIST . Sword is an oath , and oaths must have their course ...
William Shakespeare. PIST . As manhood shall compound : push home . [ They draw . BARD . By this sword , he that makes the first thrust , I'll kill him ; by this sword , I will . PIST . Sword is an oath , and oaths must have their course ...
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Agincourt ALICE ANNE battle battle of Agincourt bear blood brother BUCK Buckingham Canterbury Captain CHAM conscience constable constable of France CRAN Cranmer CROM Cromwell crown dare Dauphin devil doth DUKE OF NORFOLK Earl Earl of Surrey England English Enter KING Exeter Exeunt Exit eyes fair favour fear Fletcher Fluellen Folio reading follows France French GENT gentle gentleman give Globe Theatre grace hand Harfleur hath hear heart heaven highness Holinshed honour infra Kate KATH King Henry VIII King of France king's lady leek liege look lord cardinal LORD CHAMBERLAIN madam majesty master never night noble numbers peace PIST Pistol play pray princes royal scene Shakespeare SIR THOMAS LOVELL soldier soul speak stage direction supra sword tell thee There's thou tongue truth unto Wolsey words
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Page 152 - In her days every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Page 21 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Page 3 - 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 118 - Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little: And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Page 21 - Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Page 4 - 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?
Page 44 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 56 - 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. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.
Page 3 - I COME no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
Page 117 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But to those men that sought him sweet as summer...