Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, Díl 27,Svazek 2 |
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Strana 13
... live a bachelor . D. Pedro . I shall see thee , ere I die , look pale with love . Bene . With anger , with sickness , or with hunger , my lord ; not with love . Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with ...
... live a bachelor . D. Pedro . I shall see thee , ere I die , look pale with love . Bene . With anger , with sickness , or with hunger , my lord ; not with love . Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with ...
Strana 34
... the brain , awe a man from the career of his humour ? No ; when I said I would die a bachelor , I did not think I should live till I were married . Here comes Beatrice . By this day , 34 [ ACT II . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... the brain , awe a man from the career of his humour ? No ; when I said I would die a bachelor , I did not think I should live till I were married . Here comes Beatrice . By this day , 34 [ ACT II . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
Strana 39
... ? Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much ? Contempt , farewell ! and maiden pride , adieu ! No glory lives behind the back of such . And , Benedick , love on , I will requite SCENE I. ] 39 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . 309.
... ? Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much ? Contempt , farewell ! and maiden pride , adieu ! No glory lives behind the back of such . And , Benedick , love on , I will requite SCENE I. ] 39 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING . 309.
Strana 57
... live , Hero ; do not ope thine eyes : For did I think thou wouldst not quickly die , Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames , Myself would , on the rearward of reproaches , Strike at thy life . Griev'd I , I had but one ...
... live , Hero ; do not ope thine eyes : For did I think thou wouldst not quickly die , Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames , Myself would , on the rearward of reproaches , Strike at thy life . Griev'd I , I had but one ...
Strana 58
... There is some strange misprision in the princes . Bene . Two of them have the very bent of honour ; And if their wisdoms be misled in this , The practice of it lives in John the bastard , 58 [ ACT IV . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
... There is some strange misprision in the princes . Bene . Two of them have the very bent of honour ; And if their wisdoms be misled in this , The practice of it lives in John the bastard , 58 [ ACT IV . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .
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Strana 10 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Strana 48 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Strana 24 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — 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.
Strana 24 - 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.' Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life exempt from public haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in...
Strana 44 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with Life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art...
Strana 39 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Strana 31 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Strana 39 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Strana 80 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Strana 30 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.