The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Zväzok 2 |
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Strana 9
... hear by tale or history , The course of true love never did run smooth ! But either it was different in blood , - Her . O cross ! too high to be enthralled to low ! Lys . Or else misgraffed , in respect of years . Her . O spite ! too ...
... hear by tale or history , The course of true love never did run smooth ! But either it was different in blood , - Her . O cross ! too high to be enthralled to low ! Lys . Or else misgraffed , in respect of years . Her . O spite ! too ...
Strana 14
... hear me ; I will roar , that I will make the duke say , Let him roar again , Let him roar again . Quin . An you should do it too terribly , you would fright the duchess and the ladies , that they would shriek ; and that were enough to ...
... hear me ; I will roar , that I will make the duke say , Let him roar again , Let him roar again . Quin . An you should do it too terribly , you would fright the duchess and the ladies , that they would shriek ; and that were enough to ...
Strana 20
... hear the sea - maid's music . Puck . I remember . Obe . That very time I saw , ( but thou could'st not , ) Flying between the cold moon and the earth , Cupid all armed . A certain aim he took At a fair vestal , ' throned by the west 20 ...
... hear the sea - maid's music . Puck . I remember . Obe . That very time I saw , ( but thou could'st not , ) Flying between the cold moon and the earth , Cupid all armed . A certain aim he took At a fair vestal , ' throned by the west 20 ...
Strana 33
... hear I am not afraid . The ousel - cock , so black of hue , With orange - tawny bill , The throstle with his note so true , The wren with little quill . [ Sings . Tita . What angel wakes me from my flowery bed ? Bot . The finch , the ...
... hear I am not afraid . The ousel - cock , so black of hue , With orange - tawny bill , The throstle with his note so true , The wren with little quill . [ Sings . Tita . What angel wakes me from my flowery bed ? Bot . The finch , the ...
Strana 51
... . What , wilt thou hear some music , my sweet love ? 1 To coy is to stroke or soothe with the hand . 2 i . e . fist ; an old Scotch word . Bot . I have a reasonable good ear in music SC . I.1 51 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
... . What , wilt thou hear some music , my sweet love ? 1 To coy is to stroke or soothe with the hand . 2 i . e . fist ; an old Scotch word . Bot . I have a reasonable good ear in music SC . I.1 51 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
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Antonio Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM better Bianca Bion Biondello Biron Boyet comes Costard Count daughter Demetrius doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool fortune friends gentle give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart Heaven HELENA Hermia Hippolyta honor Hortensio Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot look lord lovers Lucentio Lysander madam maid marry master means Merchant of Venice mistress Moth never night oath Oberon old copy reads Orlando Padua Petruchio PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray Puck Pyramus ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE seignior Shakspeare Shylock speak swear sweet tell thee Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Titania tongue Touch Tranio true unto Venice wife word young
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Strana 289 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Strana 20 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 273 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 165 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Strana 175 - If to do, were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions. I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.