Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1Phillips and Samson, 1848 |
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Strana 27
... crown ; All's true that is mistrusted . - That false villain , Whom I employed , was pre - employed by him : He has discovered my design , and I Remain a pinched thing ; yea , a very trick For them to play at will . - How came the ...
... crown ; All's true that is mistrusted . - That false villain , Whom I employed , was pre - employed by him : He has discovered my design , and I Remain a pinched thing ; yea , a very trick For them to play at will . - How came the ...
Strana 45
... , and in danger of being hurt by its discharge . This expression often occurs in Shakspeare . 2 i . e . they who have done like you . 3 Bugbear . The crown and comfort of my life , your favor SC . II . ] 45 WINTER'S TALE .
... , and in danger of being hurt by its discharge . This expression often occurs in Shakspeare . 2 i . e . they who have done like you . 3 Bugbear . The crown and comfort of my life , your favor SC . II . ] 45 WINTER'S TALE .
Strana 46
William Shakespeare. The crown and comfort of my life , your favor , I do give lost ; for I do feel it gone , But know not how it went . My second joy , And first - fruits of my body , from his presence I am barred , like one infectious ...
William Shakespeare. The crown and comfort of my life , your favor , I do give lost ; for I do feel it gone , But know not how it went . My second joy , And first - fruits of my body , from his presence I am barred , like one infectious ...
Strana 66
... crown - imperial ; lilies of all kinds , The flower - de - luce being one ! O , these I lack , To make you garlands of ; and , my sweet friend , To strew him o'er and o'er . Flo . What , like a corse ? Per . No , like a bank , for love ...
... crown - imperial ; lilies of all kinds , The flower - de - luce being one ! O , these I lack , To make you garlands of ; and , my sweet friend , To strew him o'er and o'er . Flo . What , like a corse ? Per . No , like a bank , for love ...
Strana 67
... Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds , That all your acts are queens . Per . O Doricles , Your praises are too large but that your youth , And the true blood , which fairly peeps through it , Do plainly give you out an ...
... Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds , That all your acts are queens . Per . O Doricles , Your praises are too large but that your youth , And the true blood , which fairly peeps through it , Do plainly give you out an ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death deed dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Henry Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word York
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Strana 406 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Strana 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Strana 67 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, 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...
Strana 188 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Strana 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Strana 381 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Strana 443 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Strana 253 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Strana 195 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me, I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn As you have done to this ! Macb.
Strana 550 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.