The Works of William Shakspeare, Zväzok 5C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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Výsledky 11 - 15 z 15.
Strana 96
... Thra . If princes stain their glorious dignity With ugly spots of monstrous infamy , They leeset their former estimation , And throw themselves into a hell of hate . Loc . Wilt thou abuse my gentle patience , As though thou didst our ...
... Thra . If princes stain their glorious dignity With ugly spots of monstrous infamy , They leeset their former estimation , And throw themselves into a hell of hate . Loc . Wilt thou abuse my gentle patience , As though thou didst our ...
Strana 97
... Thra . Sister , complaints are bootless in this cause , This open wrong must have an open plague , This plague must be repaid with grievous war This war must finish with Locrinus ' death : His death must soon extinguish our complaints ...
... Thra . Sister , complaints are bootless in this cause , This open wrong must have an open plague , This plague must be repaid with grievous war This war must finish with Locrinus ' death : His death must soon extinguish our complaints ...
Strana 98
... Thra . Madam , if not your proper injuries , Nor my exile , can move you to revenge , Think on our father Corineus ' words ; His words to us stand always for a law . Should Locrine live , that caused my father's death ? Should Locrine ...
... Thra . Madam , if not your proper injuries , Nor my exile , can move you to revenge , Think on our father Corineus ' words ; His words to us stand always for a law . Should Locrine live , that caused my father's death ? Should Locrine ...
Strana 100
... Thra . Locrine , we came not here to fight with words , Words that can never win the victory ; But , for you are so merry in your frumps , †. Unsheath. your. swords. ,. and. try. it. out. by. force. ,. That we may see who hath the better ...
... Thra . Locrine , we came not here to fight with words , Words that can never win the victory ; But , for you are so merry in your frumps , †. Unsheath. your. swords. ,. and. try. it. out. by. force. ,. That we may see who hath the better ...
Strana 102
... Thra . Nor doth thy husband , lovely Guendolen , That wonted was to guide our stayless steps , Enjoy this light : see where he murder'd lies By luckless lot and froward frowning fate ; And by him lies his lovely paramour , Fair Estrild ...
... Thra . Nor doth thy husband , lovely Guendolen , That wonted was to guide our stayless steps , Enjoy this light : see where he murder'd lies By luckless lot and froward frowning fate ; And by him lies his lovely paramour , Fair Estrild ...
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Albanact Andronicus ASSARACUS Bawd beauty blood Boult brother captain Cobham Corineus Crom Cromwell daughter dead death devil DIONYZA dost thou doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Flow Flowerdale foul gentleman give Goths grace grief hand Harpool hath hear heart heaven Henry Hodge honour Humber husband Idle king knave lady Lavinia live Locrine look lord Lord Cobham Luce Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS marry Master mistress ne'er never night noble Oath Oliver Pericles pity poor pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE revenge Roch Rome SCENE Scythians shame Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir Lanc Sir Lancelot Sirrah sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra thyself Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue troth true unto villain Weath weep wife wilt words
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Strana 465 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Strana 478 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Strana 463 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head...
Strana 472 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Strana 473 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Strana 464 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Strana 500 - But wherefore says she not she is unjust ? And wherefore say not I that I am old ? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
Strana 474 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Strana 464 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Strana 473 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how...