The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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Strana 34
... . Enter Cleomines and Dion , I. HE climate's delicate , the air most sweet , Fertile the foil , the temple much furpaffing The common praise it bears , Dien Dion . I fhall report , For moft they caught 34 - The Winter's Tale .
... . Enter Cleomines and Dion , I. HE climate's delicate , the air most sweet , Fertile the foil , the temple much furpaffing The common praise it bears , Dien Dion . I fhall report , For moft they caught 34 - The Winter's Tale .
Strana 50
... Sweet Sir , much better than I was ; I can ftand , and walk ; I will even take my leave of you , and pace foftly towards my kinsman's . Clo . Shall I bring thee on thy way ? Aut . No , good - fac'd Sir ; no , fweet Sir . Clo . Then ...
... Sweet Sir , much better than I was ; I can ftand , and walk ; I will even take my leave of you , and pace foftly towards my kinsman's . Clo . Shall I bring thee on thy way ? Aut . No , good - fac'd Sir ; no , fweet Sir . Clo . Then ...
Strana 54
... have feen them do In Whitfund ' paftorals : fure this robe of mine Does change my difpofition . Flo . What you do , Still betters what is done , When you speak , sweet , P I'd have you do it ever ; when you fing $ 54 The Winter's Tale .
... have feen them do In Whitfund ' paftorals : fure this robe of mine Does change my difpofition . Flo . What you do , Still betters what is done , When you speak , sweet , P I'd have you do it ever ; when you fing $ 54 The Winter's Tale .
Strana 74
... sweet'ft companion that e'er man Bred his hopes out of , Pau . True , too true , my Lord ; If one by one you wedded all the world , Or from the all that are took fomething good , To make a perfect woman , the you kill'd Would be ...
... sweet'ft companion that e'er man Bred his hopes out of , Pau . True , too true , my Lord ; If one by one you wedded all the world , Or from the all that are took fomething good , To make a perfect woman , the you kill'd Would be ...
Strana 88
... sweet As any cordial comfort . Still methinks There is an air comes from her . What fine chizzel Could ever yet cut breath ? let no man mock me , For I will kifs her . Pau . Good my Lord , forbear ; The ruddiness upon her lip is wet ...
... sweet As any cordial comfort . Still methinks There is an air comes from her . What fine chizzel Could ever yet cut breath ? let no man mock me , For I will kifs her . Pau . Good my Lord , forbear ; The ruddiness upon her lip is wet ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In Nine Volumes ; with a Glossary, Zväzok 4 William Shakespeare Úplné zobrazenie - 1748 |
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Strana 313 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Strana 161 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Strana 270 - Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds : That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Strana 164 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Strana 103 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Strana 288 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king ; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
Strana 161 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Strana 266 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Strana 270 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Strana 132 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...