The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 299页 |
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... face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him ; was he not proclaim'd , By Richard , that dead is , the next of blood ? North . He was ; I heard the proclamation : And then it was ...
... face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him ; was he not proclaim'd , By Richard , that dead is , the next of blood ? North . He was ; I heard the proclamation : And then it was ...
第23页
... face Of that occasion that shall bring it on . Hot . I smell it ; upon my life , it will do well . North . Before the game's a - foot , thou still lett'st slip . Hot . Why , it cannot chuse but be a noble plot : - And then the power of ...
... face Of that occasion that shall bring it on . Hot . I smell it ; upon my life , it will do well . North . Before the game's a - foot , thou still lett'st slip . Hot . Why , it cannot chuse but be a noble plot : - And then the power of ...
第37页
... face of the earth , then am I a shotten herring . There live not three good men un- hanged in England , and one of them is fat , and grows old : Heaven help the while ! a bad world , I say ! — A plague of all cowards , I say still ! P ...
... face of the earth , then am I a shotten herring . There live not three good men un- hanged in England , and one of them is fat , and grows old : Heaven help the while ! a bad world , I say ! — A plague of all cowards , I say still ! P ...
第38页
... face me . - Give me a cup of sack : - I am a rogue , if I drunk to - day . P. Hen . O villain ! thy lips are scarce wip'd since thou drunk'st last . Fal . All's one for that . A plague of all cowards , still say I ! P. Hen . What's the ...
... face me . - Give me a cup of sack : - I am a rogue , if I drunk to - day . P. Hen . O villain ! thy lips are scarce wip'd since thou drunk'st last . Fal . All's one for that . A plague of all cowards , still say I ! P. Hen . What's the ...
第39页
... face , call me horse . Thou know'st my old ward ; here I lay , and thus I bore my point . Four rogues in buckram let drive at me , P. Hen . What , four ! thou saidst but two , even now . Fal . Four , Hal ! I told thee four , Poins . Ay ...
... face , call me horse . Thou know'st my old ward ; here I lay , and thus I bore my point . Four rogues in buckram let drive at me , P. Hen . What , four ! thou saidst but two , even now . Fal . Four , Hal ! I told thee four , Poins . Ay ...
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Antonio art thou Bard Bardolph Bass Bassanio Beatr Beatrice Bened blood BORACHIO brother chuse Claud Claudio CONSTABLE OF FRANCE cousin Dogb dost thou doth ducats Duke EARL EARL OF WESTMORELAND Eastcheap Enter Exeunt Exit fair faith FALSTAFF father fear Fluellen France Friar GENTLEMEN give GLOSTER Gower grace Gratiano Harfleur Harry hath hear heart Heaven Hero honour Host HOSTESS HOTSPUR Jessica KING HENRY knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato liege look lord Lorenzo majesty marry Master Master Constable merry Nerissa never night noble Pedro Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray thee PRINCE JOHN PRINCE OF WALES Sala SCENE Shal Shallow shalt Shylock Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldier speak swear sweet sword tell thing thou art thou hast thou wilt Trumpets unto Venice WESTMORELAND
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第5页 - 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...
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第47页 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st 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.