The Works of Shakspeare: From the Text of Johnson, Steevens, and Reedproprietors of the "London stage", 1825 - 896 strán (strany) |
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Strana xlvi
... hour the whole house to the very ground . This was the fatal period of that virtuous fabrick , wherein yet nothing ... hours , with a dwelling - house adjoyning ; and it was a great marvaile and fair grace of God that the people had so ...
... hour the whole house to the very ground . This was the fatal period of that virtuous fabrick , wherein yet nothing ... hours , with a dwelling - house adjoyning ; and it was a great marvaile and fair grace of God that the people had so ...
Strana li
... hours . As late as 1667 they commenced at three ; in 1696 they were an hour later . Only one piece was acted in a day . In the time of James 1 . plays appear to have been acted every day , at each theatre , during the winter season ...
... hours . As late as 1667 they commenced at three ; in 1696 they were an hour later . Only one piece was acted in a day . In the time of James 1 . plays appear to have been acted every day , at each theatre , during the winter season ...
Strana lxxii
... hour at Alexandria , and the next at Rome , supposes , that when the play opens , the spectator really imagines himself at Alexandria , and believes that his walk to the theatre has been a voyage to Egypt , and that he lives in the days ...
... hour at Alexandria , and the next at Rome , supposes , that when the play opens , the spectator really imagines himself at Alexandria , and believes that his walk to the theatre has been a voyage to Egypt , and that he lives in the days ...
Strana 3
... hour destroy us ? Pro . My tale provokes that question . Dear , they durst not ; ( So dear the love my people bore ... hours , and tutors not so careful . [ you , sir , Mira . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray ( For still ' tis ...
... hour destroy us ? Pro . My tale provokes that question . Dear , they durst not ; ( So dear the love my people bore ... hours , and tutors not so careful . [ you , sir , Mira . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , I pray ( For still ' tis ...
Strana 6
... hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Ari . This will I tell my master . [ sure ; Cal . Thou mak'st me merry : I am full of plea- Let us be jocund : Will you troll the catch You taught me but ...
... hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Ari . This will I tell my master . [ sure ; Cal . Thou mak'st me merry : I am full of plea- Let us be jocund : Will you troll the catch You taught me but ...
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art thou Banquo Beat Ben Jonson better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio Costard daughter death devil doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab John Kath king lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble pardon Pedro Petruchio play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock signior soul speak Stratford-upon-Avon swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio true unto villain What's wife wilt woman word
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Strana 152 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 304 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Strana 265 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Strana 102 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Strana 292 - 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 113 - ... the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Strana 105 - 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 155 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Strana lx - Antiquity, like every other quality that attracts the notice of mankind has undoubtedly votaries that reverence it, not from reason, but from prejudice. Some seem to admire indiscriminately whatever has been long preserved without considering that time has sometimes co-operated with chance ; all perhaps are more willing to honour past than present excellence; and the mind contemplates genius through the shades of age as the eye surveys the sun through artificial opacity. The great contention of criticism...