Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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Strana 8
William Shakespeare. 2 Gent . I honour him But , ' pray you , tell me , Even out of your report . Is she sole child to the king ? 1 Gent . His only child . He had two sons ( if this be worth your hearing , Mark it ) , the eldest of them ...
William Shakespeare. 2 Gent . I honour him But , ' pray you , tell me , Even out of your report . Is she sole child to the king ? 1 Gent . His only child . He had two sons ( if this be worth your hearing , Mark it ) , the eldest of them ...
Strana 17
... tell him , How I would think on him , at certain hours , Such thoughts , and such ; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest , and his honour ; or have charg'd him , At the sixth hour of morn , at noon ...
... tell him , How I would think on him , at certain hours , Such thoughts , and such ; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest , and his honour ; or have charg'd him , At the sixth hour of morn , at noon ...
Strana 26
... tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he cannot , nor Continue where he is ; to shift his being5 , Is to exchange one ...
... tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he cannot , nor Continue where he is ; to shift his being5 , Is to exchange one ...
Strana 27
... Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do't , as from thyself . Think what a chance thou changest on7 ; but think Thou hast thy mistress still ; to boot , my son , Who shall take notice of thee ; I'll move the king To any ...
... Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do't , as from thyself . Think what a chance thou changest on7 ; but think Thou hast thy mistress still ; to boot , my son , Who shall take notice of thee ; I'll move the king To any ...
Strana 47
William Shakespeare. For purchasing but trouble : the thanks I give , Is telling you that I am poor of thanks , And ... tell me , I am what you can never be . ' Fools are not mad folks . ' 9 i . e . so verbose , so full of talk . ( One ...
William Shakespeare. For purchasing but trouble : the thanks I give , Is telling you that I am poor of thanks , And ... tell me , I am what you can never be . ' Fools are not mad folks . ' 9 i . e . so verbose , so full of talk . ( One ...
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Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; Pericles ; King Lear William Shakespeare,Henry Norman Hudson Úplné zobrazenie - 1864 |
Časté výrazy a frázy
Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth EDGAR Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goneril Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Iachimo Imogen Kent King Lear lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marcus Marina means mistress never night noble o'the old copy reads passage Pericles Pisanio play poor Posthumus pray prince quartos quartos read queen Regan Roman Rome Romeo and Juliet SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus and Cressida villain Winter's Tale word
Populárne pasáže
Strana 105 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strana 545 - Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Strana 545 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Strana 463 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Strana 57 - O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Strana 521 - How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Strana 103 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Strana 399 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — 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...
Strana 504 - tis to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire — dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice; and yond...
Strana 522 - Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia. Cor. And so I am! I am!