Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. Glossarial indexJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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Strana 3
... true Constancie : with the subtill Counsels , and -Practices of an old Fryer , and their ill event . It was again pub .. lished by the same bookseller in 1582. Painter in the second vo- lume of his Palace of Pleasure , 1567 , published ...
... true Constancie : with the subtill Counsels , and -Practices of an old Fryer , and their ill event . It was again pub .. lished by the same bookseller in 1582. Painter in the second vo- lume of his Palace of Pleasure , 1567 , published ...
Strana 7
... True ; and therefore women , being the weaker vessels , are eyer thrust to the wall : -there- I we'll not carry coals . ] A phrase formerly in use to signify the bearing injuries . fore I will push Montague's men from the wall , C 2 ...
... True ; and therefore women , being the weaker vessels , are eyer thrust to the wall : -there- I we'll not carry coals . ] A phrase formerly in use to signify the bearing injuries . fore I will push Montague's men from the wall , C 2 ...
Strana 12
... true- But to himself so secret and so close , So far from sounding and discovery , As is the bud bit with an envious worm , Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air , Or dedicate his beauty to the sun . Could we but learn from ...
... true- But to himself so secret and so close , So far from sounding and discovery , As is the bud bit with an envious worm , Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air , Or dedicate his beauty to the sun . Could we but learn from ...
Strana 13
... true shrift . - Come , madam , let's away . Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady . Ben . Good morrow , cousin . Rom . Ben . But new struck nine . Rom . Is the day so young ? Ah me ! sad hours seem long . Was that my father that went hence so fast ...
... true shrift . - Come , madam , let's away . Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady . Ben . Good morrow , cousin . Rom . Ben . But new struck nine . Rom . Is the day so young ? Ah me ! sad hours seem long . Was that my father that went hence so fast ...
Strana 26
... true . Mer . O , then , I see , queen Mab hath been with you . She is the fairies ' midwife ; ' and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman , Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart ...
... true . Mer . O , then , I see , queen Mab hath been with you . She is the fairies ' midwife ; ' and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman , Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
ancient art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar LAURENCE gentleman give grief Guil GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet kill'd King lady Laer Laertes live look lord madam Mantua married means Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt Venice villain weep wife wilt word
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Strana 213 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Strana 355 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Strana 134 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Strana 148 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Strana 221 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Strana 190 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Strana 193 - To die, to sleep : To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Strana 282 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Strana 41 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say " Ay ;" And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Strana 138 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods...