The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Zväzok 1 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 34.
Strana 330
... Provost . Thomas , Peter , A Justice . } two friars . Elbow , a simple constable . Froth , a foolish gentleman . Clown , servant to Mrs. Over - done . Abhorson , an executioner . Barnardine , a dissolute prisoner . Isabella , sister to ...
... Provost . Thomas , Peter , A Justice . } two friars . Elbow , a simple constable . Froth , a foolish gentleman . Clown , servant to Mrs. Over - done . Abhorson , an executioner . Barnardine , a dissolute prisoner . Isabella , sister to ...
Strana 337
... Provost * , Claudio , Juliet , and Officers ; Lu- cio , and two Gentlemen . Claud . Fellow , why dost thou show me thus to the world ? Bear me to prison , where I am committed . Prov . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord ...
... Provost * , Claudio , Juliet , and Officers ; Lu- cio , and two Gentlemen . Claud . Fellow , why dost thou show me thus to the world ? Bear me to prison , where I am committed . Prov . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord ...
Strana 344
... provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My power ! alas ! I doubt , - Lucio . Our doubts are traitors , And make us lose the good we ...
... provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My power ! alas ! I doubt , - Lucio . Our doubts are traitors , And make us lose the good we ...
Strana 345
... Provost , Officers , and attendants . Ang . We must not make a scare - crow of the law , Setting it up to fear the birds of prey , And let it keep one shape , till custom make it Their perch , and not their terror . Escal . Ay , but yet ...
... Provost , Officers , and attendants . Ang . We must not make a scare - crow of the law , Setting it up to fear the birds of prey , And let it keep one shape , till custom make it Their perch , and not their terror . Escal . Ay , but yet ...
Strana 346
... provost ? Prov . Here , if it like your honour . Ang . See that Claudio Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him his confessor , let him be prepar'd ; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage . [ Exit Provost . Escal . Well ...
... provost ? Prov . Here , if it like your honour . Ang . See that Claudio Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him his confessor , let him be prepar'd ; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage . [ Exit Provost . Escal . Well ...
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Ariel Bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter devil dost thou doth Duke Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Milan Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford never night Olivia pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio to-morrow Trin Valentine What's wife woman word
Populárne pasáže
Strana 25 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Strana 353 - 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...
Strana 71 - 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. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Strana 352 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Strana 61 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune...
Strana 364 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with Life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep...
Strana 16 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Strana 323 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Strana 366 - And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Strana 61 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.