The Works of Shakespear: The comedy of errors. The winter's tale. The life and death of King John. King Richard IIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Strana 10
... head - ftrong liberty is lafht with woe . There's nothing fituate under heaven's eye , But hath its bound in earth , in sea , in sky : The beafts , the fishes , and the winged fowls , Are their males ' fubjects , and at their controuls ...
... head - ftrong liberty is lafht with woe . There's nothing fituate under heaven's eye , But hath its bound in earth , in sea , in sky : The beafts , the fishes , and the winged fowls , Are their males ' fubjects , and at their controuls ...
Strana 12
... head . Adr . Hence , prating peafant , fetch thy mafter home . E. Dro . Am I fo round with you as you with me , That like a foot - ball you do fpurn me thus ? You spurn me hence , and he will fpurn me hither : If I laft in this fervice ...
... head . Adr . Hence , prating peafant , fetch thy mafter home . E. Dro . Am I fo round with you as you with me , That like a foot - ball you do fpurn me thus ? You spurn me hence , and he will fpurn me hither : If I laft in this fervice ...
Strana 14
... head ; an you use thefe blows long , I must get a fconce for my head , and infconce it too , or else I fhall feek my wit in fhoulders : but , I pray , Sir , why am I beaten ? Ant . Doft thou not know ? my S. Dro . Nothing , Sir , but ...
... head ; an you use thefe blows long , I must get a fconce for my head , and infconce it too , or else I fhall feek my wit in fhoulders : but , I pray , Sir , why am I beaten ? Ant . Doft thou not know ? my S. Dro . Nothing , Sir , but ...
Strana 28
... head to foot , than from hip to hip : fhe is fpherical , like a globe : I could find out countries in her . S. Ant . In what part of her body ftands Ireland ? S. Dro . Marry , Sir , in her buttocks ; I found it out by the bogs . S. Ant ...
... head to foot , than from hip to hip : fhe is fpherical , like a globe : I could find out countries in her . S. Ant . In what part of her body ftands Ireland ? S. Dro . Marry , Sir , in her buttocks ; I found it out by the bogs . S. Ant ...
Strana 49
... head is light . Thou fay'ft , his meat was fauc'd with thy upbraidings ; Unquiet meals make ill digeftions ; Thereof the raging fire of fever bred ; And what's a fever , but a fit of madness ? Thou fay'ft , his sports were hinder'd by ...
... head is light . Thou fay'ft , his meat was fauc'd with thy upbraidings ; Unquiet meals make ill digeftions ; Thereof the raging fire of fever bred ; And what's a fever , but a fit of madness ? Thou fay'ft , his sports were hinder'd by ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis Aumerle blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cauſe Conft Coufin death doft thou doth Dromio Duke Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes fair falfe father Faul Faulconbridge fear fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firft fome forrow foul fpeak France ftand ftill ftir ftrong fuch fwear fweet Gaunt grief H SCENE hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe Hubert huſband itſelf James Gurney John kifs King John lady laft Liege lord mafter Majefty Melun miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Northumberland peace Phil pleaſe pray prefent Prince purpoſe Queen reaſon reft Rich ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue whofe whoſe wife York yourſelf
Populárne pasáže
Strana 263 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast?
Strana 210 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Strana 266 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Strana 292 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Strana 119 - This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strana 317 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Strana 287 - I weep for joy To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs : As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands.