The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Zväzok 5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Strana 7
... art thou ! That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the fea , nought enters there , Of what validity and pitch foe'er , But falls into abatement and low price , Even in a minute ; ( 1 ) fo full of fhapes in fancy , That it alone ...
... art thou ! That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the fea , nought enters there , Of what validity and pitch foe'er , But falls into abatement and low price , Even in a minute ; ( 1 ) fo full of fhapes in fancy , That it alone ...
Strana 14
... arts ! Sir To . Then hadft thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? ( 2 ) Sir And . -O , had I but followed the arts ! Sir To . Then badst thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why ...
... arts ! Sir To . Then hadft thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? ( 2 ) Sir And . -O , had I but followed the arts ! Sir To . Then badst thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why ...
Strana 15
... Art thou good at thefe kick - thaws , Knight ! Sir And . As any man in Illyria whatsoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not compare with an old man . Sir To . What is thy excellence in a galliard , Knight ? Sir ...
... Art thou good at thefe kick - thaws , Knight ! Sir And . As any man in Illyria whatsoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not compare with an old man . Sir To . What is thy excellence in a galliard , Knight ? Sir ...
Strana 17
... thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect . V10 . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy years , That fay thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious ; thy ...
... thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect . V10 . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy years , That fay thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious ; thy ...
Strana 26
... ( 4 ) Hollow your name to the reverberate hills . ] I have , a- gainst the authority of the printed copies , corrected rever- berant . The adjective passive makes nonfenfe . ' ll be fworn thou art . " I am 26 TWELFTH - NIGHT : Or ,
... ( 4 ) Hollow your name to the reverberate hills . ] I have , a- gainst the authority of the printed copies , corrected rever- berant . The adjective passive makes nonfenfe . ' ll be fworn thou art . " I am 26 TWELFTH - NIGHT : Or ,
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Časté výrazy a frázy
anſwer art thou Arth better blood Cordelia Corn daughter Dauphin defire doth Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge Faule feek feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet fword Gent gentleman give Glo'fter Goneril hadit hand hath heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria James Gurney Kent King John knave Lady Lear lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble paffage peace pr'ythee pray prefent Quarto reafon Regan ſay ſhall Sir Andrew Sir Toby ſpeak Stew tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art uſe whofe word worfe
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Strana 7 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Strana 26 - 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 ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Strana 287 - 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.
Strana 143 - And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
Strana 328 - 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 115 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Strana 161 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.