The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Zväzok 3J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 57.
Strana 8
... Fear not , my lord , we can contain ourselves ; Were he the verieft antick in the world . 2 Play . [ to the other . ] Go get a Difhclout to make clean your fhoes ; and I'll speak for the properties . [ Exit Player . My lord , we must ...
... Fear not , my lord , we can contain ourselves ; Were he the verieft antick in the world . 2 Play . [ to the other . ] Go get a Difhclout to make clean your fhoes ; and I'll speak for the properties . [ Exit Player . My lord , we must ...
Strana 17
... fear , I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But if it were , doubt not , her care shall be To comb your noddle with a three - legg'd ftool , And paint your face , and ufe you like a fool . Hor . From all fuch devils , good Lord ...
... fear , I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But if it were , doubt not , her care shall be To comb your noddle with a three - legg'd ftool , And paint your face , and ufe you like a fool . Hor . From all fuch devils , good Lord ...
Strana 22
... , I kill'd a man , and , fear , I am defcry'd : Wait you on him , I charge you , as becomes ; While I make way from hence to fave my life . Port , is houre , fhow , appearance . You 1 You understand me ? Bion . Ay , Sir 22 THE TAMING.
... , I kill'd a man , and , fear , I am defcry'd : Wait you on him , I charge you , as becomes ; While I make way from hence to fave my life . Port , is houre , fhow , appearance . You 1 You understand me ? Bion . Ay , Sir 22 THE TAMING.
Strana 30
... fear boys with bugs . Gru . For he fears none.- Gre . Hortenfio , hark : This Gentleman is happily arriv'd , My mind prefumes , for his own good , and ours . Hor . I promis'd , we would be contributors And bear his charge of wooing ...
... fear boys with bugs . Gru . For he fears none.- Gre . Hortenfio , hark : This Gentleman is happily arriv'd , My mind prefumes , for his own good , and ours . Hor . I promis'd , we would be contributors And bear his charge of wooing ...
Strana 38
... fear , I promise you , if I look pale . Bap . What , will my daughter prove a good mu fician ? Hor . I think , fhe'll fooner prove a foldier ; Iron may hold with her , but never lutes . Bap . Why , then thou canst not break her to the ...
... fear , I promise you , if I look pale . Bap . What , will my daughter prove a good mu fician ? Hor . I think , fhe'll fooner prove a foldier ; Iron may hold with her , but never lutes . Bap . Why , then thou canst not break her to the ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
againſt anfwer Antipholis Baptifta Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Conft Coufin Count doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome foul fpeak France ftand fuch fure fwear fweet Gremio hath hear heav'n Hero himſelf honour Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband John Kate King King John knave Lady Leon Leonato Lord Lucentio Madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua paffage Pedro Petruchio pleaſe pray prefent Prince reafon reft SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand Tranio uſe villain WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
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Strana 93 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Strana 469 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 241 - The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparel'd in more precious habit, More moving, delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul Than when she liv'd indeed ; then shall he mourn, If ever love had interest in his liver.
Strana 460 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.