The Works of Shakespeare, Zväzok 4Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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Strana 61
... Gent . Good morrow . ΙΟ Sec . Gent . Good morrow to your lordship . Cer . Why do you stir so early ? First Gent . Sir , Gentlemen , Our lodgings , standing bleak upon the sea , Shook as the earth did quake ; The very principals did seem ...
... Gent . Good morrow . ΙΟ Sec . Gent . Good morrow to your lordship . Cer . Why do you stir so early ? First Gent . Sir , Gentlemen , Our lodgings , standing bleak upon the sea , Shook as the earth did quake ; The very principals did seem ...
Strana 62
... Gent . Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity , and hundreds call themselves Your creatures , who by you have been restored : And not your knowledge , your personal pain , but even Your purse , still open , hath built ...
... Gent . Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity , and hundreds call themselves Your creatures , who by you have been restored : And not your knowledge , your personal pain , but even Your purse , still open , hath built ...
Strana 63
... Gent . A delicate odour . Cer . As ever hit my nostril . So , up with it . O you most potent gods ! what's here ? a corse ! First Gent . Most strange ! Cer . Shrouded in cloth of state ; balm'd and entreasured With full bags of spices ...
... Gent . A delicate odour . Cer . As ever hit my nostril . So , up with it . O you most potent gods ! what's here ? a corse ! First Gent . Most strange ! Cer . Shrouded in cloth of state ; balm'd and entreasured With full bags of spices ...
Strana 64
William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. Sec . Gent . Most likely , sir . Cer . Nay , certainly to - night ; For look how fresh she looks ! rough That threw her in the sea . They were too Make a fire within : 80 Fetch hither all my ...
William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. Sec . Gent . Most likely , sir . Cer . Nay , certainly to - night ; For look how fresh she looks ! rough That threw her in the sea . They were too Make a fire within : 80 Fetch hither all my ...
Strana 65
... Gent . Is not this strange ? First Gent . Cer . Most rare . Hush , my gentle neighbours ! Lend me your hands ; to the next chamber bear her . Get linen now this matter must be look'd to , For her relapse is mortal . Come , come ; And ...
... Gent . Is not this strange ? First Gent . Cer . Most rare . Hush , my gentle neighbours ! Lend me your hands ; to the next chamber bear her . Get linen now this matter must be look'd to , For her relapse is mortal . Come , come ; And ...
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Strana 467 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 482 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Strana 216 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strana 462 - The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again ; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Strana 482 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck 'd up The pine and cedar : graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em...
Strana 439 - 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 482 - twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic...
Strana 347 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you 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 336 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...