The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Výsledky 6 - 10 z 52.
Strana 32
... live any thing in this Defart . Cheerly , good Adam . SCENE Enter Duke Sen. and Lords Duke Sen. I [ Exeunt . VII . [ A Table fet out . Think , he is transform'd into a beaft , For I can no where find him like a man . 1 Lord . My Lord ...
... live any thing in this Defart . Cheerly , good Adam . SCENE Enter Duke Sen. and Lords Duke Sen. I [ Exeunt . VII . [ A Table fet out . Think , he is transform'd into a beaft , For I can no where find him like a man . 1 Lord . My Lord ...
Strana 44
... live and die her flave . * Rof . O moft gentle Juniper ! —what tedious ho- mily of love have you wearied your Parishioners withal , and never cry'd , have patience , good people ? Cel . How now ? back - friends ! fhepherd , go off a ...
... live and die her flave . * Rof . O moft gentle Juniper ! —what tedious ho- mily of love have you wearied your Parishioners withal , and never cry'd , have patience , good people ? Cel . How now ? back - friends ! fhepherd , go off a ...
Strana 49
... lives merrily , because he feels no pain : the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning ; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury . Thefe time ambles withal . Orla . Whom doth he gallop withal ? : Rof . With a ...
... lives merrily , because he feels no pain : the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning ; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury . Thefe time ambles withal . Orla . Whom doth he gallop withal ? : Rof . With a ...
Strana 51
... live in a nook merely monaftic ; and thus I cur'd him , and this way will I take upon me to wash your liver as clear as a found fheep's heart , that there fhall not be one spot of love in't . Orla . I would not be cur'd , youth . Ref ...
... live in a nook merely monaftic ; and thus I cur'd him , and this way will I take upon me to wash your liver as clear as a found fheep's heart , that there fhall not be one spot of love in't . Orla . I would not be cur'd , youth . Ref ...
Strana 54
... live in bawdry : farewel , good Sir Oliver ; not Ofweet Oliver , O brave Oliver , leave me not behind thee , but wind away , begone , I fay , I will not to wedding with thee . Sir Oli . ' Tis no matter ; ne'er a fantastical knave of ...
... live in bawdry : farewel , good Sir Oliver ; not Ofweet Oliver , O brave Oliver , leave me not behind thee , but wind away , begone , I fay , I will not to wedding with thee . Sir Oli . ' Tis no matter ; ne'er a fantastical knave of ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
affure againſt anſwer Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Cath Catharina Catharine Clown Count daughter defire doft doth Duke Exeunt Exit faid father fervant ferve feven fhall fhew fhould fince fing firft firſt fome fool fpeak ftand ftill fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give Gremio hath heart heav'n himſelf hither honour horſe Hortenfio houſe huſband Illyria itſelf Kate King knave Lady Lord Lucentio Madam mafter maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon Orla Orlando Padua Petruchio pleaſe pleaſure pr'ythee pray preſent reafon Rofalind Roufillon ſay SCENE Enter ſhall ſhe Signior Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Tranio uſe wife worfe yourſelf youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 33 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Strana 304 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Strana 32 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Strana 25 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Strana 63 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Strana 21 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.