The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 - 4776 strán (strany) |
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Strana 58
... king . Myself , and what is mine , to you , and yours Is now converted : but now I was the lord Of this fair mansion , master of my servants , Queen o'er myself ; and even now , but now , This house , these servants , and this same ...
... king . Myself , and what is mine , to you , and yours Is now converted : but now I was the lord Of this fair mansion , master of my servants , Queen o'er myself ; and even now , but now , This house , these servants , and this same ...
Strana 69
... king is sickly , weak , and melancholy , And his physicians fear him mightily . ' 2 Alluding to the well known line : ' Incidis in Scyllam , cupiens vitare Charybdim . ' The author of which was unknown to Erasmus but was pointed out by ...
... king is sickly , weak , and melancholy , And his physicians fear him mightily . ' 2 Alluding to the well known line : ' Incidis in Scyllam , cupiens vitare Charybdim . ' The author of which was unknown to Erasmus but was pointed out by ...
Strana 80
... kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway , It is enthroned in the hearts of kings , It is an attribute to God himself ; And earthly power doth then show likest God's , When mercy seasons justice 18 . Therefore , Jew , Though ...
... kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway , It is enthroned in the hearts of kings , It is an attribute to God himself ; And earthly power doth then show likest God's , When mercy seasons justice 18 . Therefore , Jew , Though ...
Strana 89
... king's English . Again in King Henry IV . Part II .: here will be old utis . ' VOL . III . K ACT V. SCENE I. Belmont . Avenue to Portia's House VENICE . 89 .
... king's English . Again in King Henry IV . Part II .: here will be old utis . ' VOL . III . K ACT V. SCENE I. Belmont . Avenue to Portia's House VENICE . 89 .
Strana 95
... king , Until a king be by ; and then his state Empties itself , as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters . Musick ! hark ! Ner . It is your musick , madam , of the house . Por . Nothing is good , I see , without respect 11 ...
... king , Until a king be by ; and then his state Empties itself , as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters . Musick ! hark ! Ner . It is your musick , madam , of the house . Por . Nothing is good , I see , without respect 11 ...
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Strana 143 - twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Strana 129 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 95 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended, and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Strana 49 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Strana 80 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Strana 149 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Strana 444 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband: And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am ashamed that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Strana 17 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Strana 130 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Strana 37 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.