The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Zväzok 2Jewett, 1857 |
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Strana 6
... father . Mira . More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro . ' Tis time I should inform thee further . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magic garment from me.— So ; [ Lays down his mantle . Farewell , brother ! We split , we split ...
... father . Mira . More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro . ' Tis time I should inform thee further . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magic garment from me.— So ; [ Lays down his mantle . Farewell , brother ! We split , we split ...
Strana 7
... father was the Duke of Milan , and A prince of power . Mira . Sir , are not you my father ? Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy - father Was Duke of Milan ; and his only heir A princess ...
... father was the Duke of Milan , and A prince of power . Mira . Sir , are not you my father ? Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy - father Was Duke of Milan ; and his only heir A princess ...
Strana 11
... father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; | Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have followed it , Though thou didst learn , had that in ' t which good | Or it hath drawn me rather ...
... father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; | Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have followed it , Though thou didst learn , had that in ' t which good | Or it hath drawn me rather ...
Strana 12
... father On whom these airs attend ! Vouchsafe , my The name thou ow'st not ; and hast put thyself The fresh - brook muscles , withered roots , and. ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are ...
... father On whom these airs attend ! Vouchsafe , my The name thou ow'st not ; and hast put thyself The fresh - brook muscles , withered roots , and. ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are ...
Strana 13
... father ! Pro . Hence ; hang not on my garments . Mira . Sir , have pity ; I'll be his surety . Pro . Silence ! one word more So they are : My spirits , as in a dream , are all bound up ! My father's loss , the weakness which I feel ...
... father ! Pro . Hence ; hang not on my garments . Mira . Sir , have pity ; I'll be his surety . Pro . Silence ! one word more So they are : My spirits , as in a dream , are all bound up ! My father's loss , the weakness which I feel ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
1st Lord Angelo Antonio art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dost doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night Padua Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'y thee pray prince Proteus Puck Rosalind Scene servant Shakspeare shew Shylock Signior sing Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet tell there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
Populárne pasáže
Strana 362 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Strana 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.