The Works of William Shakspeare, Zväzok 5C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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Strana 14
... grace is welcome to our town and us . Per . Which welcome we'll accept ; feast here a while , Until our stars that frown , lend us a smile . [ Exeunt . ACT II . Enter GOWER . Gow . Here have you seen a mighty king His child , I wis ...
... grace is welcome to our town and us . Per . Which welcome we'll accept ; feast here a while , Until our stars that frown , lend us a smile . [ Exeunt . ACT II . Enter GOWER . Gow . Here have you seen a mighty king His child , I wis ...
Strana 20
... grace . Knights . We are honour'd much by good Simonides . Sim . Your presence glads our days ; honour we love , For who hates honour , hates the gods above . Marsh . Sir , yond's your place . Per . Some other is more fit . 1 Knight ...
... grace . Knights . We are honour'd much by good Simonides . Sim . Your presence glads our days ; honour we love , For who hates honour , hates the gods above . Marsh . Sir , yond's your place . Per . Some other is more fit . 1 Knight ...
Strana 21
... grace ; names himself Pericles , A gentleman of Tyre , who only by Misfortune of the seas has been bereft Of ships and men , and cast upon this shore . Sim . Now , by the gods , I pity his misfortune , And will awake him from his ...
... grace ; names himself Pericles , A gentleman of Tyre , who only by Misfortune of the seas has been bereft Of ships and men , and cast upon this shore . Sim . Now , by the gods , I pity his misfortune , And will awake him from his ...
Strana 22
... grace's pleasure . Sim . Princes , it is too late to talk of love , For that's the mark I know you level at : Therefore each one betake him to his rest ; To - morrow , all for speeding do their best . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . - Tyre . A ...
... grace's pleasure . Sim . Princes , it is too late to talk of love , For that's the mark I know you level at : Therefore each one betake him to his rest ; To - morrow , all for speeding do their best . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . - Tyre . A ...
Strana 24
... grace's pleasure to commend ; Not my desert . Sim . Sir , you are music's master . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my good lord . Sim . Let me ask one thing . What do you think , Sir , of My daughter ? Per . As of a most virtuous ...
... grace's pleasure to commend ; Not my desert . Sim . Sir , you are music's master . Per . The worst of all her scholars , my good lord . Sim . Let me ask one thing . What do you think , Sir , of My daughter ? Per . As of a most virtuous ...
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Albanact Andronicus ASSARACUS Bawd beauty blood Boult brother captain Corineus Crom Cromwell daughter dead death devil DIONYZA dost thou doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Flow Flowerdale foul gentleman give Goths grace grief hand Harpool hath hear heart heaven Henry Hodge honour Humber husband Idle king knave lady Lavinia live Locrine look Lord Cobham Luce Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS marry Master mistress ne'er never night noble Oath Oliver Pericles pity poor pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE revenge Roch Rome SCENE Scythians shame Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir Lanc Sir Lancelot Sirrah sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra thyself Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue troth true unto villain Weath weep wife wilt words
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Strana 465 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Strana 478 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Strana 463 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head...
Strana 472 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Strana 473 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Strana 464 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Strana 500 - But wherefore says she not she is unjust ? And wherefore say not I that I am old ? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
Strana 474 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Strana 464 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Strana 473 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how...