The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 26.
Strana 6
... Sweet mafters , be patient ; for your father's re- membrance , be at accord . Oli . Let me go , I fay .. Oria . I will not ' till I pleafe : you shall hear me . My father charg'd you in his will to give me good education : you you have ...
... Sweet mafters , be patient ; for your father's re- membrance , be at accord . Oli . Let me go , I fay .. Oria . I will not ' till I pleafe : you shall hear me . My father charg'd you in his will to give me good education : you you have ...
Strana 19
... sweet girl ? No , let my father feek another heir . Therefore devife with me how we may fly , Whither to go , and what to bear with us ; And do not feek to take your charge upon you , To bear your griefs your felf , and leave me out ...
... sweet girl ? No , let my father feek another heir . Therefore devife with me how we may fly , Whither to go , and what to bear with us ; And do not feek to take your charge upon you , To bear your griefs your felf , and leave me out ...
Strana 20
... sweet Than that of painted pomp ? are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam , The fealon's difference ; as , the icie phang , And churlish chiding of the winter's wind , Which ...
... sweet Than that of painted pomp ? are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam , The fealon's difference ; as , the icie phang , And churlish chiding of the winter's wind , Which ...
Strana 49
... Sweet Phebe , do not fcorn me , do not , Phebe ; Say that you love me not , but say not fo In bitterness ; the common executioner , Whofe heart th ' accuftom'd fight of death makes hard , Falls not the ax upon the humbled neck , But ...
... Sweet Phebe , do not fcorn me , do not , Phebe ; Say that you love me not , but say not fo In bitterness ; the common executioner , Whofe heart th ' accuftom'd fight of death makes hard , Falls not the ax upon the humbled neck , But ...
Strana 50
... Sweet youth , I pray you , chide a year together ; I had rather hear you chide , than this man woo . Rof . He's fallen in love with her foulnefs , and fhe'll fall in love with my anger . If it be fo , as fast as the answers thee with ...
... Sweet youth , I pray you , chide a year together ; I had rather hear you chide , than this man woo . Rof . He's fallen in love with her foulnefs , and fhe'll fall in love with my anger . If it be fo , as fast as the answers thee with ...
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Strana 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Strana 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Strana 201 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Strana 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Strana 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Strana 29 - No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...