The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossorial Notes and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, Zväzok 3Phillips, Sampson, 1854 |
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Strana 23
... Enter King , with young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war ; Bertram , Parol- les , and attendants . King . Farewell , young lord , these warlike pr n ciples , Do not throw from you : -and you , my lord , fare well : - Share the ...
... Enter King , with young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war ; Bertram , Parol- les , and attendants . King . Farewell , young lord , these warlike pr n ciples , Do not throw from you : -and you , my lord , fare well : - Share the ...
Strana 26
... enter Lafeu , with Helena . Laf . Nay , come your ways . King . This haste hath wings indeed . Laf . Nay , come your ways ; This is his majesty , say your mind to him : A traitor you do look like ; but such traitors His majesty seldom ...
... enter Lafeu , with Helena . Laf . Nay , come your ways . King . This haste hath wings indeed . Laf . Nay , come your ways ; This is his majesty , say your mind to him : A traitor you do look like ; but such traitors His majesty seldom ...
Strana 30
... Enter Countess and Clown . Count . Come on , sir ; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding . Clo . I will show myself highly fed , and lowly taught : I know my business is but to the court . Count . To the court ! why , what ...
... Enter Countess and Clown . Count . Come on , sir ; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding . Clo . I will show myself highly fed , and lowly taught : I know my business is but to the court . Count . To the court ! why , what ...
Strana 32
... Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and Parolles . Laf . They say , miracles are past ; and we have our philosophical persons , to make modern and familiar things , supernatural and causeless . Hence is it , that we make trifles of terrors ...
... Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and Parolles . Laf . They say , miracles are past ; and we have our philosophical persons , to make modern and familiar things , supernatural and causeless . Hence is it , that we make trifles of terrors ...
Strana 33
... Enter King , Helena , and attendants . Par . I would have said it ; you say well : Here comes the king . Laf . Lustick , 3 as the Dutchman says : I'll like a maid the better , whilst I have a tooth in my head : Why , he's able to lead ...
... Enter King , Helena , and attendants . Par . I would have said it ; you say well : Here comes the king . Laf . Lustick , 3 as the Dutchman says : I'll like a maid the better , whilst I have a tooth in my head : Why , he's able to lead ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bertram Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Count daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the is't Kate Kath Katharina king knave knock Lady Lady Macbeth Leon look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress never noble o'the Padua Paul Petruchio Pisa Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE servant Shep Sicilia signior Sirrah sister Siward sleep speak swear sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Tranio unto villain Vincentio What's wife Witch
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Strana 397 - Witch Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Strana 387 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Strana 385 - Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Strana 247 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Strana 369 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Strana 367 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. . Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would 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.
Strana 245 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strana 372 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Strana 370 - ... Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
Strana 361 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.