King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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Strana 13
... Hold thee , from this , forever . The barbarous Scythian , Or he that makes his generation1 messes To gorge his appetite , shall to my bosom Be as well neighbored , pitied , and relieved , As thou my sometime daughter . Kent . Lear ...
... Hold thee , from this , forever . The barbarous Scythian , Or he that makes his generation1 messes To gorge his appetite , shall to my bosom Be as well neighbored , pitied , and relieved , As thou my sometime daughter . Kent . Lear ...
Strana 16
... hold her so ; But now her price is fallen . Sir , there she stands ; If aught within that little , seeming substance , Or all of it , with our displeasure pieced , And nothing more , may fitly like your grace , She's there , and she is ...
... hold her so ; But now her price is fallen . Sir , there she stands ; If aught within that little , seeming substance , Or all of it , with our displeasure pieced , And nothing more , may fitly like your grace , She's there , and she is ...
Strana 27
... hold my very course . - Prepare for dinner . SCENE IV . A Hall in the same . Enter KENT , disguised . [ Exeunt . Kent . If but as well I other accents borrow , That can my speech diffuse , my good intent May carry through itself to that ...
... hold my very course . - Prepare for dinner . SCENE IV . A Hall in the same . Enter KENT , disguised . [ Exeunt . Kent . If but as well I other accents borrow , That can my speech diffuse , my good intent May carry through itself to that ...
Strana 34
... hold my tongue ! so your face [ To GON . ] bids me , though you say nothing . Mum , mum , He that keeps nor crust nor crum , Weary of all , shall want some . That's a shealed peascod . " [ Pointing to LEAR . Gon . Not only , sir , this ...
... hold my tongue ! so your face [ To GON . ] bids me , though you say nothing . Mum , mum , He that keeps nor crust nor crum , Weary of all , shall want some . That's a shealed peascod . " [ Pointing to LEAR . Gon . Not only , sir , this ...
Strana 38
... hold our lives in mercy . ] Oswald , I say ! — Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust too far ; Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart ; What he hath uttered , I have ...
... hold our lives in mercy . ] Oswald , I say ! — Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust too far ; Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart ; What he hath uttered , I have ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads fool friar Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Hamlet hath hear heart Heaven Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder night noble Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray quarto reads Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife wilt word
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Strana 308 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil; and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me.
Strana 314 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Strana 487 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmoving finger at! — Yet could I bear that, too; well, very well: But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Strana 20 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Strana 115 - Lear. Be your tears wet? yes, faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong: You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Strana 278 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Strana 335 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Strana 24 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Strana 316 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form, and pressure.
Strana 173 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.