The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Zväzok 7 |
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Strana 13
... kind nursery . - Hence , and avoid my sight ! [ To CORDELIA . So be my grave my peace , as here I give Her father's heart from her ! -Call France ; -who stirs ? Call Burgundy . - Cornwall , and Albany , With my two daughters ' dowers ...
... kind nursery . - Hence , and avoid my sight ! [ To CORDELIA . So be my grave my peace , as here I give Her father's heart from her ! -Call France ; -who stirs ? Call Burgundy . - Cornwall , and Albany , With my two daughters ' dowers ...
Strana 33
... kind of thing than a fool ; and yet I would not be thee , nuncle ; thou hast pared thy wit o ' both sides , and left nothing in the middle . Here comes one o ' the parings . Enter GoNeril . Lear . How now , daughter ! what makes that ...
... kind of thing than a fool ; and yet I would not be thee , nuncle ; thou hast pared thy wit o ' both sides , and left nothing in the middle . Here comes one o ' the parings . Enter GoNeril . Lear . How now , daughter ! what makes that ...
Strana 38
... kind and comfortable ; When she shall hear this of thee , with her nails She'll flay thy wolfish visage . Thou shalt find That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think I have cast off forever ; thou shalt , I warrant thee ...
... kind and comfortable ; When she shall hear this of thee , with her nails She'll flay thy wolfish visage . Thou shalt find That I'll resume the shape which thou dost think I have cast off forever ; thou shalt , I warrant thee ...
Strana 40
... kind a father ! -Be my horses ready ? Fool . Thy asses are gone about ' em . The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven , is a pretty reason . Lear . Because they are not eight ? Fool . Yes , indeed ; thou wouldest make a ...
... kind a father ! -Be my horses ready ? Fool . Thy asses are gone about ' em . The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven , is a pretty reason . Lear . Because they are not eight ? Fool . Yes , indeed ; thou wouldest make a ...
Strana 50
... kind of knaves I know , which in this plainness Harbor more craft , and more corrupter ends , Than twenty silly2 ducking observants , That stretch their duties nicely . Kent . Sir , in good sooth , in sincere verity , Under the ...
... kind of knaves I know , which in this plainness Harbor more craft , and more corrupter ends , Than twenty silly2 ducking observants , That stretch their duties nicely . Kent . Sir , in good sooth , in sincere verity , Under the ...
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ancient art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads fool Fortinbras friar FRIAR LAURENCE Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heaven honest Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear kiss knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder night noble Nurse Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor pray quarto of 1597 quarto reads Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife wilt word
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Strana 268 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Strana 366 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which, I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Strana 285 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Strana 239 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Strana 12 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Strana 53 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Strana 177 - Romeo; and, when he shall die. Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Strana 157 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Strana 110 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness : so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Strana 236 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...