Shakespeare's ComediesJ.M. Dent & Company, 1910 - 847 strán (strany) |
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Strana 41
... fear . When we were boys , Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at ' em Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we find ...
... fear . When we were boys , Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at ' em Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we find ...
Strana 48
... fear'd Lest I might anger thee . Pros . Say again , where didst thou leave these varlets ? Ari . I told you , sir , they were red - hot with drinking ; So full of valour that they smote the air For breathing in their faces ; beat the ...
... fear'd Lest I might anger thee . Pros . Say again , where didst thou leave these varlets ? Ari . I told you , sir , they were red - hot with drinking ; So full of valour that they smote the air For breathing in their faces ; beat the ...
Strana 53
... fear , a madness held me : this must crave- An if this be at all - a most strange story . Thy dukedom I resign , and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs . — But how should Prospero Be living and be here ? Pros . First , noble friend ...
... fear , a madness held me : this must crave- An if this be at all - a most strange story . Thy dukedom I resign , and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs . — But how should Prospero Be living and be here ? Pros . First , noble friend ...
Strana 57
... fear me , will never out of my bones : I shall not fear fly- Seb . Why , how now , Stephano ! [ blowing . Ste . O , touch me not ; -I am not Stephano , but a cramp . Fros . You'ld be king o ' the isle , sirrah ? Ste . I should have been ...
... fear me , will never out of my bones : I shall not fear fly- Seb . Why , how now , Stephano ! [ blowing . Ste . O , touch me not ; -I am not Stephano , but a cramp . Fros . You'ld be king o ' the isle , sirrah ? Ste . I should have been ...
Strana 61
... fear you'll prove . Pro . ' Tis love you cavil at : I am not Love . Val . Love is your master , for he masters you : And he that is so yoked by a fool , Methinks , should not be chronicled for wise . Pro . Yet writers say , as in the ...
... fear you'll prove . Pro . ' Tis love you cavil at : I am not Love . Val . Love is your master , for he masters you : And he that is so yoked by a fool , Methinks , should not be chronicled for wise . Pro . Yet writers say , as in the ...
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Angelo art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Claud Claudio comes Costard daughter dear doth ducats Duke Enter Evans Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Launce Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master constable master doctor Mistress Moth never night Padua pardon Pedro Petruchio Pompey pray prithee Proteus Puck Re-enter Rosalind Rousillon SCENE Shylock Signior sirrah Slen speak Speed swear sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
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Strana 474 - ... s his reason ? I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Strana 196 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Strana 528 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Strana 712 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Strana 704 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!
Strana 292 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny. , Sing no more ditties, sing no moe, Of dumps so dull and heavy ; The fraud of men was ever so, Since summer first was leavy : Then sigh not so, &c.
Strana 12 - I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the topmast, 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-outrunning were not; the fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. Pros. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason?