Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer night's dreamT. Cadell, 1833 |
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... CLAUD . ACT II . S. 4 . V. Sweet sister , let me live ! What sin you do to save a brother's life , Nature dispenses with the deed so far That it becomes a virtue . ISAB . Oh , you beast ! Oh , faithless coward ! Oh , dishonest wretch ...
... CLAUD . ACT II . S. 4 . V. Sweet sister , let me live ! What sin you do to save a brother's life , Nature dispenses with the deed so far That it becomes a virtue . ISAB . Oh , you beast ! Oh , faithless coward ! Oh , dishonest wretch ...
Strana
... CLAUD . My liege , your highness now may do me good . D. PEDRO . My love is thine to teach ; teach it but how , And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn Any hard lesson that may do thee good . CLAUD . Hath Leonato any son , my lord ? D ...
... CLAUD . My liege , your highness now may do me good . D. PEDRO . My love is thine to teach ; teach it but how , And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn Any hard lesson that may do thee good . CLAUD . Hath Leonato any son , my lord ? D ...
Strana
... CLAUD . O , my lord , When you went onward in this ended action , I look'd upon her with soldier's eye , That liked , but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to the name of love : But now I am return'd , and that war ...
... CLAUD . O , my lord , When you went onward in this ended action , I look'd upon her with soldier's eye , That liked , but had a rougher task in hand Than to drive liking to the name of love : But now I am return'd , and that war ...
Strana
... CLAUD . You know me well ; I ain he . D. JOHN . Signior , you are very near my brother in his love : he is enamoured on Hero ; I pray you dissuade him from her , she is no equal for his birth : you may do the part of an honest man in it ...
... CLAUD . You know me well ; I ain he . D. JOHN . Signior , you are very near my brother in his love : he is enamoured on Hero ; I pray you dissuade him from her , she is no equal for his birth : you may do the part of an honest man in it ...
Strana
... CLAUD . Not sad , my lord . D. PEDRO . How then ? sick ? CLAUD . Neither , my lord . Wherefore are BEAT . The count is neither sad , nor sick , nor merry , nor well : but civil , count ; civil as an orange , and some- thing of that ...
... CLAUD . Not sad , my lord . D. PEDRO . How then ? sick ? CLAUD . Neither , my lord . Wherefore are BEAT . The count is neither sad , nor sick , nor merry , nor well : but civil , count ; civil as an orange , and some- thing of that ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
1ST WATCH ACT I. S. Angelo ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN arbour ARIEL art thou BEAT Beatrice Borachio Borachio's confession brother Cadell Strand CALIBAN Cesario CLAUD Clown daughter Demetrius disguised DOGB Don John Don Pedro dost Duke EGEUS escape with EGLAMOUR eyes FABIAN fair Hero Ferdinand FRANK HOWARD give hath Helena HERMIA Hermia's flight honour husband ISAB Isabella Julia KING ladyship LAUNCE LEON Leonato letter and ring London Published lord LUCIO Lysander madam Malvolio MARIA Mariana marry Midsummer Nights dream Milan MIRANDA monsieur Nymphs OBERON and TITANIA Olivia ORSINO sending VIOLA Pedro and Claudio PLATES play pray PROS PROSPERO Proteus Provost PUCK purse QUINCE Ragozine receive VIOLA ring to SILVIA saving of VIOLA Signior Benedick sing Sir Andrew Aguecheek SIR TOBY BELCH SPEED spirit STEPHANO SYCORAX taking leave tell thee THESEUS thine Thisby Thurio Trinculo Twelfth Night Valentine villain الله
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Strana 17 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 61 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Strana 61 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
Strana 13 - I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the top-mast. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-out-running were not.
Strana 61 - Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. » Duke. And what's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Strana 13 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.