The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Zväzok 3 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 11.
Strana 46
... Erit Helena , Go thou toward home ; where I will never come , Whilst I can shake my sword , or hear the drum : - Away , and for our flight . Par . Bravely , coragio ! [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. Florence . A Room in the Duke's Palace ...
... Erit Helena , Go thou toward home ; where I will never come , Whilst I can shake my sword , or hear the drum : - Away , and for our flight . Par . Bravely , coragio ! [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. Florence . A Room in the Duke's Palace ...
Strana 120
... Erit . Kath . Why , and I trust , I may go too ; May I not ? What , shall I be appointed hours ; as though , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? Ha ! [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam ; your giftst are so ...
... Erit . Kath . Why , and I trust , I may go too ; May I not ? What , shall I be appointed hours ; as though , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? Ha ! [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam ; your giftst are so ...
Strana 181
... Erit . ACT V. SCENE I. Padua . Before Lucentio's house .. Enter on one side Biondello , Lucentio , and Bianca ; Gremio walking on the other side . Bion . Softly and swiftly , sir ; for the priest is ready . Luc . I fly , Biondello : but ...
... Erit . ACT V. SCENE I. Padua . Before Lucentio's house .. Enter on one side Biondello , Lucentio , and Bianca ; Gremio walking on the other side . Bion . Softly and swiftly , sir ; for the priest is ready . Luc . I fly , Biondello : but ...
Strana 190
... Erit Biondello . O , ho ! entreat her ! Nay , then she must needs come . Hor . I am afraid , sir , Do what you can , yours will not be entreated . Re - enter Biondello . Now where's my wife ? Bion . She says , you have some goodly jest ...
... Erit Biondello . O , ho ! entreat her ! Nay , then she must needs come . Hor . I am afraid , sir , Do what you can , yours will not be entreated . Re - enter Biondello . Now where's my wife ? Bion . She says , you have some goodly jest ...
Strana 206
... Erit Mamillius , Cam . Ay , my good lord . Camillo , this great sir will yet stay longer . Cam . You had much ado to make his anchor hold : When you cast out , it still came home . Leon . Didst note it ? Cam . He would not stay at your ...
... Erit Mamillius , Cam . Ay , my good lord . Camillo , this great sir will yet stay longer . Cam . You had much ado to make his anchor hold : When you cast out , it still came home . Leon . Didst note it ? Cam . He would not stay at your ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Autolycus Banquo Baptista bear Bertram Bian Bianca Bion Biondello blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Count daughter death dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio husband i'the is't Kate Kath Katharina king knave knock Lady Lady Macbeth Leon look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid marry master mistress Narbon never noble o'the Padua Paul Petruchio Pisa Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sirrah sister sleep speak swear sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast Tranio unto villain Vincentio What's wife Witch
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Strana 378 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
Strana 374 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Strana 250 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Strana 378 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Strana 188 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Strana 382 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep...
Strana 382 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Strana 367 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Strana 426 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Strana 406 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.