The dramatic works of Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson and Stevens [sic. Wanting pp |
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Strana 3
... hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! -my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal ...
... hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! -my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal ...
Strana 6
... hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ; + Confute , Owns . And his more braver daughter , could controlf thee , If now ' twere fit to do't : -At the first sight [ Aside . They have chang'd eyes : - Delicate Ariel , I'll set thee ...
... hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ; + Confute , Owns . And his more braver daughter , could controlf thee , If now ' twere fit to do't : -At the first sight [ Aside . They have chang'd eyes : - Delicate Ariel , I'll set thee ...
Strana 9
... hear us . [ All sleep but ALON . SEB . and ANT . Alon . What , all so soon asleep ! I wish mine eyes [ I find Would , with themselves , shut up my thoughts : They are inclin'd to do so . Seb . Please you , sir , Do not omit the heavy ...
... hear us . [ All sleep but ALON . SEB . and ANT . Alon . What , all so soon asleep ! I wish mine eyes [ I find Would , with themselves , shut up my thoughts : They are inclin'd to do so . Seb . Please you , sir , Do not omit the heavy ...
Strana 10
... hear me . And yet I needs must curse . But they'll nor pinch , [ mire , Fright me with urchin shows , pitch me i ' the Nor lead me , like a fire - brand , in the dark Out of my way , unless he bid them ; but For every trifle are they ...
... hear me . And yet I needs must curse . But they'll nor pinch , [ mire , Fright me with urchin shows , pitch me i ' the Nor lead me , like a fire - brand , in the dark Out of my way , unless he bid them ; but For every trifle are they ...
Strana 18
... Hear a foot fall : we now are near his cell . Ste . Monster , your fairy , which , you say , is a harmless fairy , has done little better than played the Jack + with us . Trin . Monster , I do smell all horse - piss ; at which my nose ...
... Hear a foot fall : we now are near his cell . Ste . Monster , your fairy , which , you say , is a harmless fairy , has done little better than played the Jack + with us . Trin . Monster , I do smell all horse - piss ; at which my nose ...
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art thou better Biron blood Boling Boyet brother Cassio Claud Claudio comes daughter dear death Desdemona dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Iago Isab John Kath Kent king knave lady Laertes lago Laun Lear Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Othello pardon Pedro Petruchio POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'ythee pray Proteus Queen Re-enter SCENE signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio true villain What's wife woman word
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Strana 230 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, 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 vi - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Strana 217 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Strana 207 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Strana 6 - 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 207 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million : laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Strana 1 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Strana 8 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 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 226 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.