Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, Časť 29,Zväzok 4 |
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Výsledky 6 - 10 z 46.
Strana 67
... faces , and for noses ; Bugle - bracelet , necklace - amber , Perfume for a lady's chamber ; Golden quoifs , and stomachers , For my lads to give their dears ; Pins and poking - sticks of steel , What maids lack from head to heel : Come ...
... faces , and for noses ; Bugle - bracelet , necklace - amber , Perfume for a lady's chamber ; Golden quoifs , and stomachers , For my lads to give their dears ; Pins and poking - sticks of steel , What maids lack from head to heel : Come ...
Strana 81
... face ; Dismantle you ; and , as you can , disliken The truth of your own seeming ; that you may ( For I do fear eyes over you ) to shipboard Get undescried . Per . I see the play so lies No remedy.- That I must bear a part . Cam . Have ...
... face ; Dismantle you ; and , as you can , disliken The truth of your own seeming ; that you may ( For I do fear eyes over you ) to shipboard Get undescried . Per . I see the play so lies No remedy.- That I must bear a part . Cam . Have ...
Strana 107
... face , methought I did recoil Twenty - three years . In the folio it stands me thoughts . Collier and Knight read my thoughts . But ' me thought , ' or ' me thoughts ' ( used indiscriminately ) , occurs at least forty times in ...
... face , methought I did recoil Twenty - three years . In the folio it stands me thoughts . Collier and Knight read my thoughts . But ' me thought , ' or ' me thoughts ' ( used indiscriminately ) , occurs at least forty times in ...
Strana 10
... face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him : Do you not read some tokens of my son In the large composition of this man ? K. John . Mine eye hath well examined his parts , And finds them perfect Richard . Sirrah , speak , What doth ...
... face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him : Do you not read some tokens of my son In the large composition of this man ? K. John . Mine eye hath well examined his parts , And finds them perfect Richard . Sirrah , speak , What doth ...
Strana 11
... face so thin , That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose , Lest men should say , ' Look , where three - farthings goes ! ' 4 And , to his shape , were heir to all this land- Would I might never stir from off this place , I would give it ...
... face so thin , That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose , Lest men should say , ' Look , where three - farthings goes ! ' 4 And , to his shape , were heir to all this land- Would I might never stir from off this place , I would give it ...
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Antigonus Antonio arms Aumerle AUTOLYCUS Bass Bassanio Bast Bastard BISHOP OF CARLISLE blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo CLEOMENES Const daughter death dost doth ducats Duch Duke Duke of Hereford England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falconbridge father fear folio France Gaunt gentle gentleman give Gratiano grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hubert Jessica John of Gaunt King John KING RICHARD lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leontes liege live look lord Lorenzo madam majesty Merchant of Venice Nerissa never noble Northumberland o'er PANDULPH pardon Paul peace Polixenes Portia pray prince queen Rich Richard II Salar SCENE Shakespeare shame Shep shew Shylock Sicilia soul speak stand swear sweet tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt tongue true word York
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Strana 84 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Strana 81 - The moon shines bright : — in such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise, — in such a night Troilus methinks mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Strana 24 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Strana 72 - But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this— That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Strana 13 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Strana 63 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather: but The art itself is nature.
Strana 48 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? If you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Strana 57 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Strana 57 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head, And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time, Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Strana 77 - Ant. So please my lord the Duke, and . all the Court, To quit the fine for one half of his goods, I am content, so he will let me have The other half in use, to render it, Upon his death, unto the gentleman...