The Library of Wit and Humor, Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Literature of All Times and Nations, כרך 1Gebbie Publishing Company, Limited, 1894 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 22
עמוד
... MISS HARPER AS MRS . FORD AND MRS . PAGE IN THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSor . J. H. HACKETT AS FALSTAFF IN HENRY IV · DICK SPARROW'S RECEPTION " 289 " 321 " 353 THE LIBRARY OF WIT AND HUMOR . MRS . CAUDLE'S vill CONTENTS OF VOL . I.
... MISS HARPER AS MRS . FORD AND MRS . PAGE IN THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSor . J. H. HACKETT AS FALSTAFF IN HENRY IV · DICK SPARROW'S RECEPTION " 289 " 321 " 353 THE LIBRARY OF WIT AND HUMOR . MRS . CAUDLE'S vill CONTENTS OF VOL . I.
עמוד 100
... ford into Mr. Dobbs's tobacco box ; and Mr. Dobbs's pipe had exploded , and set fire to Mr. Maguire's account was received with avowed incredulity by both gentlemen ; but Barney stuck to his text with unflinching pertinacity . A ...
... ford into Mr. Dobbs's tobacco box ; and Mr. Dobbs's pipe had exploded , and set fire to Mr. Maguire's account was received with avowed incredulity by both gentlemen ; but Barney stuck to his text with unflinching pertinacity . A ...
עמוד 277
... Ford ? Fal . Mistress Ford , by my troth , you are very well met : by your leave , good mistress . [ Kissing her . Page . Wife , bid these gentlemen welcome : come , we have a hot venison pasty to din- ner ; come , gentlemen , I hope we ...
... Ford ? Fal . Mistress Ford , by my troth , you are very well met : by your leave , good mistress . [ Kissing her . Page . Wife , bid these gentlemen welcome : come , we have a hot venison pasty to din- ner ; come , gentlemen , I hope we ...
עמוד 279
... FORD . Mrs. Ford . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . Mrs. Page . And , trust me , I was coming to you . You look very ill . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I'll ne'er believe that ; I have to show to the contrary . Mrs. Page ...
... FORD . Mrs. Ford . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . Mrs. Page . And , trust me , I was coming to you . You look very ill . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I'll ne'er believe that ; I have to show to the contrary . Mrs. Page ...
עמוד 280
... Ford differs ! To thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions , here's the twin - brother of thy letter : but let thine inherit first ; for , I protest , mine never shall . I warrant , he hath a thousand of these letters , writ ...
... Ford differs ! To thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions , here's the twin - brother of thy letter : but let thine inherit first ; for , I protest , mine never shall . I warrant , he hath a thousand of these letters , writ ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 246 - Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules. But beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
עמוד 248 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
עמוד 240 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. {Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
עמוד 275 - King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
עמוד 64 - Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order — when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
עמוד 381 - ... till they could all play very near, or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not in their honor refuse us; well, we would kill them: challenge twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them too...
עמוד 86 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin*. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An" in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back from Concord busted.
עמוד 217 - The Angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
עמוד 259 - Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife.
עמוד 381 - March, or thereabouts, and we would challenge twenty of the enemy. They could not in their honour refuse us. Well, we would kill them ; challenge twenty more, kill them ; twenty more, kill them ; twenty more, kill them too ; and thus would we kill every man his twenty a day — that's twenty score; twenty score, that's two hundred; two hundred a day, five days a thousand; forty thousand; forty times five, five times forty, two hundred days kills them all up by computation. And this will I venture...