Dramatic Works: From the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed; with Glossarial Notes, Life, Etc, Volume 3Routledge, 1852 |
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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 . * I . e . by compressing events . + Resolution . + Clown . Quick . No , by my troth , not long 12 [ ACT II ...
... Pist . Base tike , ‡ call'st thou me -- host ? Now , by this hand I swear , I scorn the term ; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers . * I . e . by compressing events . + Resolution . + Clown . Quick . No , by my troth , not long 12 [ ACT II ...
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... Pist . Pish for thee , Iceland dog ! thou prickeared cur of Ice- land ! Quick . Good corporal Nym , show the valour of a man , and put up thy sword . Nym . Will you shog off ? I would have you solus . Pist . Solus , egregious dog ? O ...
... Pist . Pish for thee , Iceland dog ! thou prickeared cur of Ice- land ! Quick . Good corporal Nym , show the valour of a man , and put up thy sword . Nym . Will you shog off ? I would have you solus . Pist . Solus , egregious dog ? O ...
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... Pist . Let floods o'erswell , and fiends for food howl on ! Nym . You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting ? Pist . Base is the slave that pays . Nym . That now I will have ; that's the humour of it . Pist . As manhood ...
... Pist . Let floods o'erswell , and fiends for food howl on ! Nym . You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting ? Pist . Base is the slave that pays . Nym . That now I will have ; that's the humour of it . Pist . As manhood ...
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... , and BOY . Quick . Prythee , honey - sweet husband , let me bring thee to Staines . Pist . No ; for my manly heart doth yearn . + - * Attend . † Grieve . Bardolph , be blithe ; -Nym , rouse thy vaunting 18 [ ACT II . KING HENRY V.
... , and BOY . Quick . Prythee , honey - sweet husband , let me bring thee to Staines . Pist . No ; for my manly heart doth yearn . + - * Attend . † Grieve . Bardolph , be blithe ; -Nym , rouse thy vaunting 18 [ ACT II . KING HENRY V.
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... Pist . Touch her soft mouth , and march . " Bard . Farewell , hostess . [ Kissing her . Nym . I cannot kiss , that is the humour of it ; but adieu . * A child not more than a month old . + Lunatic . + Dry thy eyes . Pist . Let ...
... Pist . Touch her soft mouth , and march . " Bard . Farewell , hostess . [ Kissing her . Nym . I cannot kiss , that is the humour of it ; but adieu . * A child not more than a month old . + Lunatic . + Dry thy eyes . Pist . Let ...
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Page 24 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. 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...
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Page 265 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days. I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
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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 accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
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Page 47 - Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd : 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...