The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, Zväzok 5Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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Strana 10
... thousand doubts How I might stop this tempest , ere it came ; And finding little comfort to relieve them , I thought it princely charity to grieve them . Hel . Well , my lord , since you have given me leave to speak , Freely I'll speak ...
... thousand doubts How I might stop this tempest , ere it came ; And finding little comfort to relieve them , I thought it princely charity to grieve them . Hel . Well , my lord , since you have given me leave to speak , Freely I'll speak ...
Strana 37
... thousand chequins were as pretty a pro- portion to live quietly , and so give over . Bawd . Why , to give over , I pray you ? Is it a shame to get when we are old ? Pand . O , our credit comes not in like the commodity ; nor the ...
... thousand chequins were as pretty a pro- portion to live quietly , and so give over . Bawd . Why , to give over , I pray you ? Is it a shame to get when we are old ? Pand . O , our credit comes not in like the commodity ; nor the ...
Strana 38
... thousand pieces . Pand . Well , follow me , my masters ; you shall have your money presently . Wife , take her in ; instruct her what she has to do , that she may not be raw in her entertainment . * [ Exeunt PANDER and PIRATES . Bawd ...
... thousand pieces . Pand . Well , follow me , my masters ; you shall have your money presently . Wife , take her in ; instruct her what she has to do , that she may not be raw in her entertainment . * [ Exeunt PANDER and PIRATES . Bawd ...
Strana 75
... thousand billows beat against the ships , And toss them in the waves like tennis balls . [ An alarm sounded . Ah me ! I fear my Hubba is surprised . [ Exit . Alarum again . Enter ALBANACT , CAMBER , THRASIMACHUS , DEBON , and their ...
... thousand billows beat against the ships , And toss them in the waves like tennis balls . [ An alarm sounded . Ah me ! I fear my Hubba is surprised . [ Exit . Alarum again . Enter ALBANACT , CAMBER , THRASIMACHUS , DEBON , and their ...
Strana 79
... thousand lives : And would to God he had ten thousand lives , That I might with the arm - strong Hercules Crop off so vile an hydra's hissing heads ! But say , my cousin ( for I long to hear ) , How Albanact came by untimely death ...
... thousand lives : And would to God he had ten thousand lives , That I might with the arm - strong Hercules Crop off so vile an hydra's hissing heads ! But say , my cousin ( for I long to hear ) , How Albanact came by untimely death ...
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Albanact Andronicus ASSARACUS Bawd beauty blood Boult brother captain Corineus Crom Cromwell daughter dead death devil DIONYZA dost thou doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Flow Flowerdale foul gentleman give Goths grace grief hand Harpool hath hear heart heaven Henry Hodge honour Humber husband Idle king knave lady Lavinia live Locrine look Lord Cobham Luce Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS marry Master mistress ne'er never night noble Oath Oliver Pericles pity poor pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE revenge Roch Rome SCENE Scythians shame Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir Lanc Sir Lancelot Sirrah sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra thyself Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue troth true unto villain Weath weep wife wilt words
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Strana 502 - CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, . . . these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without...
Strana 465 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Strana 474 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Strana 461 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou...
Strana 487 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?
Strana 472 - The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses. Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made: And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.
Strana 463 - May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving Points on me graciously with fair aspect And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect: Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
Strana 394 - By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still ; Anon their loud alarums he doth hear ; And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell.
Strana 500 - When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best...
Strana 473 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.