The Works of William Shakspeare, Zväzok 2C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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Strana 3
... hour ; to sit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : § But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics ...
... hour ; to sit and draw His arched brows , his hawking eye , his curls , In our heart's table ; heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : § But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics ...
Strana 12
... hour . Count . Dost thou believe ' t ? Hel . Ay , madam , knowingly . * I. e . proves . + I. e . Venus . Receipts in which greater virtues were enclosed than appeared . § Exhausted of their skill . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have ...
... hour . Count . Dost thou believe ' t ? Hel . Ay , madam , knowingly . * I. e . proves . + I. e . Venus . Receipts in which greater virtues were enclosed than appeared . § Exhausted of their skill . Count . Why , Helen , thou shalt have ...
Strana 24
... hours younger , I'd beat thee : methinks , thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think , thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeserved measure , my lord . Laf ...
... hours younger , I'd beat thee : methinks , thou art a general offence , and every man should beat thee . I think , thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeserved measure , my lord . Laf ...
Strana 26
... hour o'erflow with joy , And pleasure drown the brim . Hel . What's his will else ? Par . That you will take your instant leave o ' the king , And make this haste as your own good proceeding , Strengthen'd with what apology you think ...
... hour o'erflow with joy , And pleasure drown the brim . Hel . What's his will else ? Par . That you will take your instant leave o ' the king , And make this haste as your own good proceeding , Strengthen'd with what apology you think ...
Strana 39
... hours in a sleep , and then to return and swear the lies he forges . Enter PAROLLES . Par . Ten o'clock : within these three hours ' twill be time enough to go home . What shall I say I have done ? It must be a very plausive invention ...
... hours in a sleep , and then to return and swear the lies he forges . Enter PAROLLES . Par . Ten o'clock : within these three hours ' twill be time enough to go home . What shall I say I have done ? It must be a very plausive invention ...
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art thou Banquo Bard Bardolph Bast bear Bianca Bion blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo cousin death dost doth Dromio duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear friends Gaunt gentleman give grace Gremio grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart heaven hither honour horse Hortensio Kate Kath king knave Lady Leon liege live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Madam majesty marry master mistress never noble Northumberland Padua peace Percy Petruchio Poins pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rich Rousillon SCENE Shal shame signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sirrah soul speak stand swear sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio unto villain wife wilt Witch word
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Strana 387 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Strana 240 - 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...
Strana 242 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Strana 159 - 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 ; bold oxlips and The...
Strana 237 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...