The Works of William Shakspeare, Zväzok 2C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... lives not in epitaph , As in your royal speech . King . Would I were with him ! He would always say ( Methinks , I ... live , quoth he , After my flame lacks oil , to be the snuff Of younger spirits , whose apprehensive senses All but ...
... lives not in epitaph , As in your royal speech . King . Would I were with him ! He would always say ( Methinks , I ... live , quoth he , After my flame lacks oil , to be the snuff Of younger spirits , whose apprehensive senses All but ...
Strana 10
... live , and will his vassel die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; ' Would you were ( So that my lord , your son , were not my brother ) , * Since . Indeed , my mother ! -or were ...
... live , and will his vassel die : He must not be my brother . Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ; ' Would you were ( So that my lord , your son , were not my brother ) , * Since . Indeed , my mother ! -or were ...
Strana 13
... live or die , be you the sons Of worthy Frenchmen : let higher Italy ( Those ' bated , that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy ) see , that you come Not to woo honour , but to wed it ; when The bravest questant * shrinks , find ...
... live or die , be you the sons Of worthy Frenchmen : let higher Italy ( Those ' bated , that inherit but the fall Of the last monarchy ) see , that you come Not to woo honour , but to wed it ; when The bravest questant * shrinks , find ...
Strana 14
... live ; and observe his reports for me . 2 Lord . We shall , noble captain . Par . Mars dote on you for his novices ! What will you do ? Ber . Stay , the king- [ Exeunt LORDS . ] [ Seeing him rise . Par . Use a more spacious ceremony to ...
... live ; and observe his reports for me . 2 Lord . We shall , noble captain . Par . Mars dote on you for his novices ! What will you do ? Ber . Stay , the king- [ Exeunt LORDS . ] [ Seeing him rise . Par . Use a more spacious ceremony to ...
Strana 16
... live : But , what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel . What I can do , can do no hurt to try , Since you set up your rest ' gainst remedy : He that of greatest works is finisher , Oft does ...
... live : But , what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no art . Hel . What I can do , can do no hurt to try , Since you set up your rest ' gainst remedy : He that of greatest works is finisher , Oft does ...
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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...