The Works of Shakespeare, Zväzok 4Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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Strana 23
... sleep , can breed me quiet ? Here pleasures court mine eyes , and mine eyes shun them , And danger , which I fear'd , is at Antioch , Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here : Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits , Nor yet ...
... sleep , can breed me quiet ? Here pleasures court mine eyes , and mine eyes shun them , And danger , which I fear'd , is at Antioch , Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here : Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits , Nor yet ...
Strana 26
... sleep out of mine eyes , blood from my cheeks , Musings into my mind , with thousand doubts How I might stop this tempest ere it came ; And finding little comfort to relieve them , I thought it princely charity to grieve them . Hel ...
... sleep out of mine eyes , blood from my cheeks , Musings into my mind , with thousand doubts How I might stop this tempest ere it came ; And finding little comfort to relieve them , I thought it princely charity to grieve them . Hel ...
Strana 54
... get you to 70 80 90 bed . ACT III . [ Exeunt . Enter GOWER . Gow . Now sleep yslaked hath the rout ; No din but snores the house about , 1. yslaked , laid to rest . Made louder by the o'er - fed breast Of this 54 Pericles ACT III.
... get you to 70 80 90 bed . ACT III . [ Exeunt . Enter GOWER . Gow . Now sleep yslaked hath the rout ; No din but snores the house about , 1. yslaked , laid to rest . Made louder by the o'er - fed breast Of this 54 Pericles ACT III.
Strana 99
... sleep Did mock sad fools withal : this cannot be : My daughter's buried . bred ? Well where were you : I'll hear you more , to the bottom of your story , And never interrupt you . Mar. You scorn : believe me , ' twere best I did give o ...
... sleep Did mock sad fools withal : this cannot be : My daughter's buried . bred ? Well where were you : I'll hear you more , to the bottom of your story , And never interrupt you . Mar. You scorn : believe me , ' twere best I did give o ...
Strana 100
... sleep . Mar. What is your title ? First , sir , I pray , Per . I am Pericles of Tyre : but tell me now My drown'd queen's name , as in the rest you said Thou hast been godlike perfect , the heir of kingdoms And another like to Pericles ...
... sleep . Mar. What is your title ? First , sir , I pray , Per . I am Pericles of Tyre : but tell me now My drown'd queen's name , as in the rest you said Thou hast been godlike perfect , the heir of kingdoms And another like to Pericles ...
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Antigonus Ariel Arviragus Autolycus Bawd Belarius beseech Bohemia Boult brother Caliban Camillo CLEOMENES CLEON Cloten court Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fish Gent gentleman give gods grace GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heaven Helicanus Hermione honour Iach Iachimo Imogen king knight lady Leon Leontes live look lord Lysimachus madam Marina master mistress monster Mytilene never noble Pandosto Paul Paulina Pentapolis Perdita Pericles Pisanio play Polixenes poor Post Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre prithee Pros Prospero queen Re-enter Roman SCENE Shakespeare shalt Shep Sicilia Skirgiello sleep speak strange swear sweet Sycorax tell Tempest Thaisa thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Trin Trinculo Tyre wife Winter's Tale word
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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...