The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic], and Reed, with glossarial notes, Časť 51,Zväzok 5 |
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Strana 15
... heart to hear what piti- ful cries they made to us , to help them , when , well - a - day , we could scarce help ourselves . 3 Fish . Nay , master , said not I as much , when I saw the por- pus , how he bounced and tumbled ? they say ...
... heart to hear what piti- ful cries they made to us , to help them , when , well - a - day , we could scarce help ourselves . 3 Fish . Nay , master , said not I as much , when I saw the por- pus , how he bounced and tumbled ? they say ...
Strana 25
... heart . [ Aside . ] I'll tame you ; I'll bring you in subjection.- Will you , not having my consent , bestow Your love and your affections on a stranger ? ( Who , for aught I know to the contrary , Or think , may be as great in blood as ...
... heart . [ Aside . ] I'll tame you ; I'll bring you in subjection.- Will you , not having my consent , bestow Your love and your affections on a stranger ? ( Who , for aught I know to the contrary , Or think , may be as great in blood as ...
Strana 31
... heart That even cracks for woe ; -This chanced to - night . 2 Gent . Most likely , Sir . Cer . Nay , certainly to - night : For look , how fresh she looks ! -They were too rough , That threw her in the sea . Make fire within ; Fetch ...
... heart That even cracks for woe ; -This chanced to - night . 2 Gent . Most likely , Sir . Cer . Nay , certainly to - night : For look , how fresh she looks ! -They were too rough , That threw her in the sea . Make fire within ; Fetch ...
Strana 32
William Shakespeare William Hazlitt. Take from my heart all thankfulness ! The gods Make up the rest upon you ! Cle . Your shafts of fortune , though they hurt you mortally , Yet glance full wand'ringly on us . Dion . O your sweet queen ...
William Shakespeare William Hazlitt. Take from my heart all thankfulness ! The gods Make up the rest upon you ! Cle . Your shafts of fortune , though they hurt you mortally , Yet glance full wand'ringly on us . Dion . O your sweet queen ...
Strana 36
... heart . I saw you lately , When you caught hurt in parting two that fought : Good sooth , it show'd well in you ; do so now : Your lady seeks my life : come you between , And save poor me , the weaker . Leon . I am sworn , And will ...
... heart . I saw you lately , When you caught hurt in parting two that fought : Good sooth , it show'd well in you ; do so now : Your lady seeks my life : come you between , And save poor me , the weaker . Leon . I am sworn , And will ...
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Albanact Andronicus ASSARACUS Bawd beauty blood Boult brother captain Corineus Crom Cromwell daughter dead death devil DIONYZA dost thou doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Flow Flowerdale foul gentleman give Goths grace grief hand Harpool hath hear heart heaven Henry Hodge honour Humber husband Idle king knave lady Lavinia live Locrine look Lord Cobham Luce Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS marry Master mistress ne'er never night noble Oath Oliver Pericles poor pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE revenge Roch Rome SCENE shame Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir Lanc Sir Lancelot Sirrah sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra thyself Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue troth true unto villain Weath weep wife wilt words YORKSHIRE TRAGEDY
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Strana 464 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Strana 489 - ... ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Strana 489 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Strana 502 - not you.' ,CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, . . . these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be...
Strana 473 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Strana 463 - May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect: Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
Strana 497 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before a joy proposed; behind a dream. All this the world well knows; 'yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. cxxx My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Strana 486 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Strana 473 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save where you are how happy...
Strana 503 - Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And...