The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, Zväzok 1 |
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Strana 596
... With deafʼning clamours in the slippery clouds , Did speak these words , now prov'd a prophecy ? That , with the hurly , death itself awakes ? Northumberland , thou ladder , by the which Can'st thou , O partial sleep ! give thy ...
... With deafʼning clamours in the slippery clouds , Did speak these words , now prov'd a prophecy ? That , with the hurly , death itself awakes ? Northumberland , thou ladder , by the which Can'st thou , O partial sleep ! give thy ...
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answer appears arms bear Biron blood called comes court dead death doth duke editions England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear folio omits gentle give gone grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry hold honour hour I'll John keep king lady land leave letter light live look lord marry master means meet mind mistress never night noble NURSE old copies once passage peace person play poor pray present prince quarto reason rest Rich Richard Romeo SCENE sense Shakespeare soul speak SPEED stand stay sweet tell thee thing thou thou art thought thousand tongue true turn unto wife young
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Strana 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Strana 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Strana 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Strana 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Strana 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.