The Plays of William Shakspeare: Sketch of the life of Shakspeare. Tempest ; Two gentlemen of Verona ; Merry wives of Windsor ; Twelfth-night ; Measure for measureJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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Strana 4
... Stand fast , good fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hanged , our case is miserable . Re - enter Boatswain . [ Exeunt . Boats . Down with the top ...
... Stand fast , good fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hanged , our case is miserable . Re - enter Boatswain . [ Exeunt . Boats . Down with the top ...
Strana 29
... standing , speaking , moving , And yet so fast asleep . Ant . Noble Sebastian , Thou let'st thy fortune sleep - die rather ; wink'st Whiles thou art waking . Thou dost snore distinctly ; Seb . There's meaning in thy snores . Ant . I am ...
... standing , speaking , moving , And yet so fast asleep . Ant . Noble Sebastian , Thou let'st thy fortune sleep - die rather ; wink'st Whiles thou art waking . Thou dost snore distinctly ; Seb . There's meaning in thy snores . Ant . I am ...
Strana 30
... standing water . Do so to ebb , 0 , Hereditary sloth instructs me . Ant . If you but knew , how you the purpose cherish , Whiles thus you mock it ! how , in stripping it , You more invest it ! Ebbing men , indeed , Most often do so near ...
... standing water . Do so to ebb , 0 , Hereditary sloth instructs me . Ant . If you but knew , how you the purpose cherish , Whiles thus you mock it ! how , in stripping it , You more invest it ! Ebbing men , indeed , Most often do so near ...
Strana 31
... put me to my slipper ; but I feel not This deity in my bosom : twenty consciences , That stand ' twixt me and Milan , candied be they , * A bird of the jack - daw kind . And melt , ere they molest ! Here lies your Scene I. Si TEMPEST .
... put me to my slipper ; but I feel not This deity in my bosom : twenty consciences , That stand ' twixt me and Milan , candied be they , * A bird of the jack - daw kind . And melt , ere they molest ! Here lies your Scene I. Si TEMPEST .
Strana 33
... stand upon our guard ; Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons . Alon . Lead off this ground ; and let's make fur- ther search For my poor son . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is , sure , i ' the island ...
... stand upon our guard ; Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons . Alon . Lead off this ground ; and let's make fur- ther search For my poor son . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is , sure , i ' the island ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
Ariel Bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter devil dost thou doth Duke Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Milan Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen Slender speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine What's wife woman word
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Strana 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Strana 270 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i
Strana 17 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Strana 328 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day...
Strana 372 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Strana 27 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Strana 277 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Strana 18 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.