The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Strana 9
... she be not , fhe has the mends in her own hands , Troi . Good Pandarus ; how now , Pandarus ? Pan . I have had my ... she's not fo fair as Helen ; and he were not kin to me , fhe would be as fair on Friday , as Helen is on Sunday . But ...
... she be not , fhe has the mends in her own hands , Troi . Good Pandarus ; how now , Pandarus ? Pan . I have had my ... she's not fo fair as Helen ; and he were not kin to me , fhe would be as fair on Friday , as Helen is on Sunday . But ...
Strana 14
... She prais'd his complexion above Paris . Cre . Why , Paris hath colour enough . Pan . So he has . Cre . Then Troilus fhould have too much ; if fhe prais'd him above , his complexion is higher than his ; he having colour enough , and the ...
... She prais'd his complexion above Paris . Cre . Why , Paris hath colour enough . Pan . So he has . Cre . Then Troilus fhould have too much ; if fhe prais'd him above , his complexion is higher than his ; he having colour enough , and the ...
Strana 15
... she tickled his chin ; indeed , fhe has a marvellous white hand , I muft needs confefs . Cre . Without the Rack . Pan . And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin . Cre . Alas , poor chin ! many a wart is richer . Pan . But ...
... she tickled his chin ; indeed , fhe has a marvellous white hand , I muft needs confefs . Cre . Without the Rack . Pan . And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin . Cre . Alas , poor chin ! many a wart is richer . Pan . But ...
Strana 19
... She was never yet , that ever knew Love got , fo fweet , as when Desire did fue : Atchievement is Command ; ungain'd , befeech . Therefore this maxim out of love I teach ; That though my heart's content from love doth bear , Nothing of ...
... She was never yet , that ever knew Love got , fo fweet , as when Desire did fue : Atchievement is Command ; ungain'd , befeech . Therefore this maxim out of love I teach ; That though my heart's content from love doth bear , Nothing of ...
Strana 41
... She is a theme of honour and renown ; A fpur to valiant and magnanimous deeds ; Whose present courage may beat down our foes , And Fame , in time to come , canonize us . For , I prefume , brave Hector would not lofe So rich advantage of ...
... She is a theme of honour and renown ; A fpur to valiant and magnanimous deeds ; Whose present courage may beat down our foes , And Fame , in time to come , canonize us . For , I prefume , brave Hector would not lofe So rich advantage of ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Brabantio Caffio Calchas Capulet Clown Creffid Cyprus dead dear death Defdemona Diomede doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Farewel father feem fhall fhew fhould flain fleep fome foul fpeak fpirit Friar Lawrence ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Hamlet hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honeft houſe huſband Iago is't itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes lord Menelaus Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft night Nurfe Nurſe Othello Pandarus Paris Patroclus pleaſe Polonius pray prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reafon Rodorigo Romeo ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther there's theſe thofe thou art Troi Troilus Tybalt Ulyff uſe villain Warb whofe wife yourſelf
Populárne pasáže
Strana 65 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Strana 144 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Strana 274 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Strana 275 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Strana 285 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Strana 324 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Strana 242 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Strana 423 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Strana 136 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Strana 286 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.