The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With Historical and Analytical Prefaces, Comments, Critical and Explanatory Notes, Glossaries, and a Life of Shakespeare, Zväzok 7J. A. Hill, 1901 |
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Strana 54
... Emil . You have little cause to say so . Iago . Come on , come on ; you are pictures out of doors , ΙΙΟ Bells in your parlours , wild - cats in your kitchens , Saints in your injuries , devils being offended , Players in your ...
... Emil . You have little cause to say so . Iago . Come on , come on ; you are pictures out of doors , ΙΙΟ Bells in your parlours , wild - cats in your kitchens , Saints in your injuries , devils being offended , Players in your ...
Strana 55
... Emil . How if fair and foolish ? 130 Iago . She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . Des . These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i ' the alehouse . What miserable praise 140 hast ...
... Emil . How if fair and foolish ? 130 Iago . She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . Des . These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i ' the alehouse . What miserable praise 140 hast ...
Strana 77
... Emil . Good morrow , good lieutenant : I am sorry For your displeasure ; but all will sure be well . The general and his wife are talking of it , And she speaks for you stoutly : the Moor replies , That he you hurt is of great fame in ...
... Emil . Good morrow , good lieutenant : I am sorry For your displeasure ; but all will sure be well . The general and his wife are talking of it , And she speaks for you stoutly : the Moor replies , That he you hurt is of great fame in ...
Strana 78
... Emil . He might not but refuse you ; but he protests he loves you , And needs no other suitor but his likings To take the safest occasion by the front To bring you in again . Yet , I beseech you , If you think fit , or that it may be ...
... Emil . He might not but refuse you ; but he protests he loves you , And needs no other suitor but his likings To take the safest occasion by the front To bring you in again . Yet , I beseech you , If you think fit , or that it may be ...
Strana 79
... Emil . Good madam , do : I warrant it grieves my husband As if the case were his . Des . O , that's an honest fellow . Do not doubt , Cassio , But I will have my lord and you again Cas . As friendly as you were . Bounteous madam ...
... Emil . Good madam , do : I warrant it grieves my husband As if the case were his . Des . O , that's an honest fellow . Do not doubt , Cassio , But I will have my lord and you again Cas . As friendly as you were . Bounteous madam ...
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Anon Antony and Cleopatra Antony's battle of Shrewsbury bear Brabantio Cæs Cæsar Cassio Char character Charmian Cleo conj Cyprus death Desdemona devil doth Douglas Egypt Emil Emilia Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff farewell fear Folios fortune friends Fulvia give Glendower grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Henry IV honest honour horse Hotspur Iago Iago's Iras Julius Cæsar King lady Lepidus look lord madam Mark Antony Mess Messenger Michael Cassio Moor Mortimer never night noble Octavia Othello Parthia passion Percy play Plutarch Poins Pompey pray Prince Prince of Wales prithee Quarto queen Re-enter Roderigo Scene Shakespeare Sir John soldier soul speak Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thought to-night Venice villain wife willow word Zounds ΙΟ
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Strana 41 - Out of my grief' and my impatience, — Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what ; He should, or he should not ; — for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark !) And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good...
Strana 116 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Strana 128 - The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord ! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Strana 41 - scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven. It was my hint to speak, such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Strana 41 - She:d come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively.
Strana 51 - Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It...
Strana 46 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Strana 108 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Strana 57 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Strana 51 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.