The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Zväzok 3 |
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Strana 11
... blood , we should have answered Heaven Boldly , Not Guilty ; the imposition cleared , ' Hereditary ours . Her . By this we gather , You have tripped since . Pol . O , my most sacred lady , Temptations have since then been born to us ...
... blood , we should have answered Heaven Boldly , Not Guilty ; the imposition cleared , ' Hereditary ours . Her . By this we gather , You have tripped since . Pol . O , my most sacred lady , Temptations have since then been born to us ...
Strana 20
... blood o'the prince , my son , Who , I do think , is mine , and love as mine ; Without ripe moving to't ? Would I do this ? Could man so blench ? 5 Cam . I must believe you , I do ; and will fetch off Bohemia for't ; sir . Provided ...
... blood o'the prince , my son , Who , I do think , is mine , and love as mine ; Without ripe moving to't ? Would I do this ? Could man so blench ? 5 Cam . I must believe you , I do ; and will fetch off Bohemia for't ; sir . Provided ...
Strana 23
... blood turn To an infected jelly ; and my name Be yoked with his , that did betray the best ! 3 Turn then my freshest reputation to A savor , that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive ; and my approach be shunned , Nay , hated ...
... blood turn To an infected jelly ; and my name Be yoked with his , that did betray the best ! 3 Turn then my freshest reputation to A savor , that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive ; and my approach be shunned , Nay , hated ...
Strana 40
... blood which I have left , To save the innocent : any thing possible . adventure Leon . It shall be possible . Swear by this sword , Thou wilt perform my bidding . Ant . Leon . Mark , and perform it ; fail I will , my lord . ( seest thou ...
... blood which I have left , To save the innocent : any thing possible . adventure Leon . It shall be possible . Swear by this sword , Thou wilt perform my bidding . Ant . Leon . Mark , and perform it ; fail I will , my lord . ( seest thou ...
Strana 58
... blood reigns in the winter's pale.2 The white sheet bleaching on the hedge , - With , hey ! the sweet birds , O how they sing ! — Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; 3 For a quart of ale is a dish for a king . The lark , that tirra ...
... blood reigns in the winter's pale.2 The white sheet bleaching on the hedge , - With , hey ! the sweet birds , O how they sing ! — Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; 3 For a quart of ale is a dish for a king . The lark , that tirra ...
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Antigonus Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death deed dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King Henry King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word
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Strana 461 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen, I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
Strana 380 - 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, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Strana 185 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Strana 193 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Strana 381 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Strana 189 - Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dst have, great Glamis, that which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it, And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Strana 195 - Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me...
Strana 352 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 462 - And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend, to make offence a skill, Redeeming time, when men think least I will.
Strana 318 - For Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.