The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Zväzok 8 |
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Strana 8
... thou put a man ! I think the devil scorns to be a bawd ; he bears himself ... must supply me . Wife . Alas , I am the least cause of your discontent ; Yet ... Shall kill my pleasures ? Fall off to thy friends : Thou and thy bastards beg ...
... thou put a man ! I think the devil scorns to be a bawd ; he bears himself ... must supply me . Wife . Alas , I am the least cause of your discontent ; Yet ... Shall kill my pleasures ? Fall off to thy friends : Thou and thy bastards beg ...
Strana 11
... thou shalt hear me farther : Thy father's and forefathers ' worthy honours , Which were our country monuments , our grace , Follies in thee begin now to deface . The spring - time of thy youth did fairly promise Such a most fruitful ...
... thou shalt hear me farther : Thy father's and forefathers ' worthy honours , Which were our country monuments , our grace , Follies in thee begin now to deface . The spring - time of thy youth did fairly promise Such a most fruitful ...
Strana 13
... thou shalt bleed . Vanquish'd got down ? unable even to speak ? Surely , ' tis want of money makes men weak ; Aye , ' twas that o'erthrew me : I'd ne'er been down else . SCENE III . Another Room in the Same . [ Exit . Enter WIFE in a ...
... thou shalt bleed . Vanquish'd got down ? unable even to speak ? Surely , ' tis want of money makes men weak ; Aye , ' twas that o'erthrew me : I'd ne'er been down else . SCENE III . Another Room in the Same . [ Exit . Enter WIFE in a ...
Strana 20
... thou hast no inheritance left . Son . O ! what will you do , father , for I am your white boy 26 Hus . Thou shalt be my red boy : take that . Son . O ! you hurt me , father . Hus . My eldest beggar , [ Wounding him . This couplet is ...
... thou hast no inheritance left . Son . O ! what will you do , father , for I am your white boy 26 Hus . Thou shalt be my red boy : take that . Son . O ! you hurt me , father . Hus . My eldest beggar , [ Wounding him . This couplet is ...
Strana 21
William Shakespeare John Payne Collier. Thou shalt not live to ask a usurer bread , To cry at a great man's gate , or follow Good your honour by a coach ; no , nor your brother . ' Tis charity to brain you . Son . How shall I learn , now ...
William Shakespeare John Payne Collier. Thou shalt not live to ask a usurer bread , To cry at a great man's gate , or follow Good your honour by a coach ; no , nor your brother . ' Tis charity to brain you . Son . How shall I learn , now ...
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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.