The Works of William Shakespeare, Zväzok 3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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Strana 8
... LUCENTIO , son to Vincentio , in love with Bianca . PETRUCHIO , a gentleman of Verona , a suitor to Kath- arina . GREMIO , TRANIO , BIONDELLO , } GRUMIO , CURTIS , suitors to Bianca . 82 servants to Lucentio . vants } servants to ...
... LUCENTIO , son to Vincentio , in love with Bianca . PETRUCHIO , a gentleman of Verona , a suitor to Kath- arina . GREMIO , TRANIO , BIONDELLO , } GRUMIO , CURTIS , suitors to Bianca . 82 servants to Lucentio . vants } servants to ...
Strana 17
... LUCENTIO and TRANIO . Lucentio . TRANIO , since - for the great desire I had To see fair Padua , nursery of arts , - I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy , The pleasant garden of great Italy ; And , by my father's love and leave , am arm ...
... LUCENTIO and TRANIO . Lucentio . TRANIO , since - for the great desire I had To see fair Padua , nursery of arts , - I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy , The pleasant garden of great Italy ; And , by my father's love and leave , am arm ...
Strana 22
... Lucentio , Because so well I love Lucentio . Luc . Tranio , be so , because Lucentio loves : And let me be a slave , to achieve that maid , Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Enter BIONDELLO . Here comes the rogue ...
... Lucentio , Because so well I love Lucentio . Luc . Tranio , be so , because Lucentio loves : And let me be a slave , to achieve that maid , Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Enter BIONDELLO . Here comes the rogue ...
Strana 23
William Shakespeare. Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio . Bion . The better for him ; ' Would I were so too ! Tra . So would I , ' faith , boy , to have the next wish after ; That Lucentio , indeed , had Baptista's youngest daughter . But ...
William Shakespeare. Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio . Bion . The better for him ; ' Would I were so too ! Tra . So would I , ' faith , boy , to have the next wish after ; That Lucentio , indeed , had Baptista's youngest daughter . But ...
Strana 27
... LUCENTIO disguised , with books under his arm . Gru . Here's no knavery ! See ; to beguile the old folks , how the young folks lay their heads together ! - Master , Master , look about you : -Who goes there ? ha ! Hor . Peace , Grumio ...
... LUCENTIO disguised , with books under his arm . Gru . Here's no knavery ! See ; to beguile the old folks , how the young folks lay their heads together ! - Master , Master , look about you : -Who goes there ? ha ! Hor . Peace , Grumio ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
Antigonus Autolycus Banquo Baptista BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Clown Count daughter death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance fool friends Gent gentleman give Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria is't JOHNS JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Lady MACBETH Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid Malvolio marry master mean mistress never noble Padua Petruchio pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE servant Shakspeare Shep signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH speak STEEV swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Tranio WARB weird sisters What's wife Witch word
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Strana 41 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Strana 58 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack.
Strana 23 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Strana 26 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Strana 29 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt.
Strana 22 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
Strana 21 - To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Strana 46 - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Strana 25 - Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
Strana 57 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.