Cassell's illustrated Shakespeare. The plays of Shakespeare, ed. and annotated by C. and M.C. Clarke, illustr. by H.C. Selous, Časť 178,Zväzok 1 |
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Strana 16
... head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore , that o'er his wave - worn basis bow'd , As stooping to relieve him . I not doubt He came alive to land , Alon . No , no ...
... head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore , that o'er his wave - worn basis bow'd , As stooping to relieve him . I not doubt He came alive to land , Alon . No , no ...
Strana 20
... head : yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls . -What have we here ? a man or a fish ? dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , Poor - John.38 A ...
... head : yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls . -What have we here ? a man or a fish ? dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , Poor - John.38 A ...
Strana 26
... head . Trin . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . Ste . My man - monster hath drowned his tongue in sack ; for my part , the sea cannot drown me ; I swam , ere I could recover ...
... head . Trin . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . Ste . My man - monster hath drowned his tongue in sack ; for my part , the sea cannot drown me ; I swam , ere I could recover ...
Strana 27
... head . Ari . Thou liest ; thou canst not . Cal . What a pied ninny's this ! Thou scurvy I do beseech thy greatness , give him blows , And take his bottle from him : when that's gone , He shall drink naught but brine ; for I'll not show ...
... head . Ari . Thou liest ; thou canst not . Cal . What a pied ninny's this ! Thou scurvy I do beseech thy greatness , give him blows , And take his bottle from him : when that's gone , He shall drink naught but brine ; for I'll not show ...
Strana 32
... head , she says to Macbeth , " Hear his speech , but say thou naught . " 11. Stover . Hay made of rank grass ; used as fodder for cattle , and also as thatch . " Estovers 99 is the old law term for hay , straw , & c . , from the old ...
... head , she says to Macbeth , " Hear his speech , but say thou naught . " 11. Stover . Hay made of rank grass ; used as fodder for cattle , and also as thatch . " Estovers 99 is the old law term for hay , straw , & c . , from the old ...
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Strana 334 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 392 - 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 234 - 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.
Strana 320 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strana 443 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide . For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Strana 148 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder. — Merciful Heaven ! Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle...
Strana 334 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Strana 44 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell ; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands : Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; • And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....