“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Zväzok 6 |
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Strana 18
Thus it stands : Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd , That , till the father rid his hands of her , Master , your love must live a maid at home ; And therefore has he closely mev'd her up , Because she shall not be annoy'd with ...
Thus it stands : Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd , That , till the father rid his hands of her , Master , your love must live a maid at home ; And therefore has he closely mev'd her up , Because she shall not be annoy'd with ...
Strana 27
Will I live ? Gru . ' Will he woo her ? ay ; or I'll hang her . [ Aside . Pet . Why came I hither , but to that intent ? Thiuk yout , a liitle din can daunt mine ears ? Have I not in my time heard lions roar ?
Will I live ? Gru . ' Will he woo her ? ay ; or I'll hang her . [ Aside . Pet . Why came I hither , but to that intent ? Thiuk yout , a liitle din can daunt mine ears ? Have I not in my time heard lions roar ?
Strana 41
Myself am struck in years , I must confess ; And , if I die to - morrow , this is hers , If , whilst I live , she will be only mine , Tra . That , only , came well in Sirs list to me , $ . I am my father's heir , and only TAMING OF THE ...
Myself am struck in years , I must confess ; And , if I die to - morrow , this is hers , If , whilst I live , she will be only mine , Tra . That , only , came well in Sirs list to me , $ . I am my father's heir , and only TAMING OF THE ...
Strana 61
Mistake no more : I am not Licio , Nor a mansician , as I seem to be ; But one thai scorn to live in this disguise , for such a one as leaves a gentleman , And makes a god of such a cullioa : Know , Sir , that I am callid - Hortensio .
Mistake no more : I am not Licio , Nor a mansician , as I seem to be ; But one thai scorn to live in this disguise , for such a one as leaves a gentleman , And makes a god of such a cullioa : Know , Sir , that I am callid - Hortensio .
Strana 78
Vicep your hundred pounds to yourself ; he shall need none , so long as I live . Pet . Nay , I told you , your son was belov'd in Pa . dua . Do you licar , Sir ? to leave frivolous cir . cumstances , I pray you , tell signior Lucentio ...
Vicep your hundred pounds to yourself ; he shall need none , so long as I live . Pet . Nay , I told you , your son was belov'd in Pa . dua . Do you licar , Sir ? to leave frivolous cir . cumstances , I pray you , tell signior Lucentio ...
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Strana 87 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Strana 154 - A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function. Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Strana 152 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strana 88 - I am ashamed that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace, Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway. When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Strana 88 - While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe, And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt. Such duty as the subject owes the prince...
Strana 152 - Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises, weeping; these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
Strana 153 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Strana 347 - AND I heard a great voice out of the temple saying to the seven angels, Go your ways, and pour out the vials of the wrath of God upon the earth.