The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Zväzok 7 |
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Strana 119
... knave , my fool ? Enter Steward . Go you , and call my fool hither . You , you , fir- rah , where's my daughter ? Stew . So please you- - [ Exit . Lear . What fays the fellow there ? Call the clod- poll back.- Where's my fool , ho ? I ...
... knave , my fool ? Enter Steward . Go you , and call my fool hither . You , you , fir- rah , where's my daughter ? Stew . So please you- - [ Exit . Lear . What fays the fellow there ? Call the clod- poll back.- Where's my fool , ho ? I ...
Strana 120
... knave ! you whorefon dog , you flave , you cur . Stew . I am none of thefe , my Lord ; I beseech your pardon . Lear . Do you bandy looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him . Stew . I'll not be ftruck , my Lord . Kent . Nor tript ...
... knave ! you whorefon dog , you flave , you cur . Stew . I am none of thefe , my Lord ; I beseech your pardon . Lear . Do you bandy looks with me , you rascal ? [ Striking him . Stew . I'll not be ftruck , my Lord . Kent . Nor tript ...
Strana 121
... knave ? how do'ft thou ? Fool . Sirrah , you were beft take my coxcomb . Kent . Why , my boy ? Fool . Why ? for taking one's part that is out of favour . Nay , an thou canst not fmile as the wind fits , thou'lt catch cold fhortly ...
... knave ? how do'ft thou ? Fool . Sirrah , you were beft take my coxcomb . Kent . Why , my boy ? Fool . Why ? for taking one's part that is out of favour . Nay , an thou canst not fmile as the wind fits , thou'lt catch cold fhortly ...
Strana 127
... knave than fool , fter . What , Ofwald , ho ? Fool . Nuncle Lear , núncle Lear , Fool with thee . A fox , when one has caught her , And fuch a daughter , Should fure to the flaughter , If my cap would buy a halter : So the fool follows ...
... knave than fool , fter . What , Ofwald , ho ? Fool . Nuncle Lear , núncle Lear , Fool with thee . A fox , when one has caught her , And fuch a daughter , Should fure to the flaughter , If my cap would buy a halter : So the fool follows ...
Strana 135
... knave , a rafcal , an eater of broken meats , a bafe , proud , fhallow , beggarly , three - fuit- ed , hundred - pound , filthy , worsted - ftocking knave ; a lily - liver'd , action - taking knave ; a whorefon , glafs - gazing , fuper ...
... knave , a rafcal , an eater of broken meats , a bafe , proud , fhallow , beggarly , three - fuit- ed , hundred - pound , filthy , worsted - ftocking knave ; a lily - liver'd , action - taking knave ; a whorefon , glafs - gazing , fuper ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
againſt Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens beſt better buſineſs Cardinal caufe Cham confcience Cordelia Corn daughter doft thou Duke Duke of Cornwall Duke of Norfolk Edmund elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fent fervant fervice fhall fhew fhould fifter Flav flave fome Fool foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fword Gent give Glo'fter Glou Gods Gonerill Grace hath hear heart Heav'n himſelf honeft honour houſe Johnſon Kent King knave Lady Lear Lord Lord Chamberlain Lucullus Madam mafter moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon Phrynia pleaſe pleaſure poor Pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Queen reafon Regan SCENE Sir Thomas Lovel ſpeak ſtand ſtate Stew thee thefe There's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon uſe Warburton whofe whoſe worfe yourſelf
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Strana 186 - 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 104 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
Strana 67 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou...
Strana 149 - 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...
Strana 154 - Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Strana 65 - But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Strana 149 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.
Strana 66 - ... happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has...
Strana 67 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Strana 126 - Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her. Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt, that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!