The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Zväzok 8 |
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Strana 12
... Kind and obedient : heap not wrongful shame On her and your posterity ; let only sin be sore , And by this fall rise never to fall more . And so I leave you . Hus . Has the dog left me , then , [ Exit . After his tooth has cleft me ? 4 ...
... Kind and obedient : heap not wrongful shame On her and your posterity ; let only sin be sore , And by this fall rise never to fall more . And so I leave you . Hus . Has the dog left me , then , [ Exit . After his tooth has cleft me ? 4 ...
Strana 14
... kind to you , and love you , and cherish you up , I should think the devil himself kept open house in him . Wife . I doubt not but he will . Now , prithee , leave me , I think I hear him coming . Ser . I am gone . [ Exit . Wife . By ...
... kind to you , and love you , and cherish you up , I should think the devil himself kept open house in him . Wife . I doubt not but he will . Now , prithee , leave me , I think I hear him coming . Ser . I am gone . [ Exit . Wife . By ...
Strana 18
... kind man in prison . [ Drinking . Hus . Let it be so . - Now , sir , if you please to spend but a few minutes in a walk about my grounds below , my man here shall attend you . I doubt not by that time to be fur- nished of a sufficient ...
... kind man in prison . [ Drinking . Hus . Let it be so . - Now , sir , if you please to spend but a few minutes in a walk about my grounds below , my man here shall attend you . I doubt not by that time to be fur- nished of a sufficient ...
Strana 29
... kind to me ? Did I not wound thee ; Left thee for dead ? Wife . Tut ! far greater wounds did my breast feel : Unkindness strikes a deeper wound than steel . You have been still unkind to me . Hus . ' Faith , so I think I have : I did my ...
... kind to me ? Did I not wound thee ; Left thee for dead ? Wife . Tut ! far greater wounds did my breast feel : Unkindness strikes a deeper wound than steel . You have been still unkind to me . Hus . ' Faith , so I think I have : I did my ...
Strana 31
... kind wife ! Be comforted : one joy is yet unmurder'd ; You have a boy at nurse : your joy's in him . Wife . Dearer than all is my poor husband's life . Heaven give my body strength , which yet is faint With much expense of blood , and I ...
... kind wife ! Be comforted : one joy is yet unmurder'd ; You have a boy at nurse : your joy's in him . Wife . Dearer than all is my poor husband's life . Heaven give my body strength , which yet is faint With much expense of blood , and I ...
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The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Zväzok 1 William Shakespeare Úplné zobrazenie - 1878 |
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Amadine answer arms bear beauty better blood breast breath cause Caverley cheeks child comes dead dear death deeds delight desire dost doth Enter eyes face fair fall false father fear fire foul gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope hour husband I'll keep kill kind king kiss leave lies light lips live look lord love's Lucrece master mind Mouse never night once pity pleasure poor praise quoth rest Segasto shame shepherd sight sometime sorrow soul speak stand sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou shalt thought thyself tongue true truth unto wife wilt woods worth wound wrong youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 202 - 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, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Strana 175 - Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting, And for that riches where is my deserving?
Strana 16 - d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Strana 145 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face...
Strana 163 - As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave...
Strana 184 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Strana 228 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Strana 155 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Strana 156 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Strana 128 - Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity ? Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.