The Works of William Shakespeare: Life, Glossary, &c : Reprinted from the Early Editions and Compared with Recent Commentators, Svazek 1F. Warne, 1875 - Počet stran: 1124 |
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Strana 29
... Duke . Hath he not a son ? [ deserves The honour and regard of such a father . Val . Ay , my good lord ; a son , that well Duke . You know him well ? Val . I know him as myself ; for from our infancy [ gether : We have convers'd , and ...
... Duke . Hath he not a son ? [ deserves The honour and regard of such a father . Val . Ay , my good lord ; a son , that well Duke . You know him well ? Val . I know him as myself ; for from our infancy [ gether : We have convers'd , and ...
Strana 33
... Duke . Proteus , I thank thee for thine honest care ; Which to requite , command me while I live . This love of theirs myself have often seen , Haply , when they have judg'd me fast asleep ; And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid Sir ...
... Duke . Proteus , I thank thee for thine honest care ; Which to requite , command me while I live . This love of theirs myself have often seen , Haply , when they have judg'd me fast asleep ; And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid Sir ...
Strana 34
... Duke . Then , let me see thy cloak : I'll get me one of such another length . Val . Why , any cloak will serve the turn , my lord . [ cloak ? - Duke . How shall I fashion me to wear a I pray thee , let me feel thy cloak upon me.- [ Puts ...
... Duke . Then , let me see thy cloak : I'll get me one of such another length . Val . Why , any cloak will serve the turn , my lord . [ cloak ? - Duke . How shall I fashion me to wear a I pray thee , let me feel thy cloak upon me.- [ Puts ...
Strana 36
... Duke's Palace . Enter Duke and Thurio . - The match between Sir Thurio and my daugh- Pro . I do , my lord . [ ter . Duke . And also , I think , thou art not ignor- How she opposes her against my will . [ ant Pro . She did , my lord ...
... Duke's Palace . Enter Duke and Thurio . - The match between Sir Thurio and my daugh- Pro . I do , my lord . [ ter . Duke . And also , I think , thou art not ignor- How she opposes her against my will . [ ant Pro . She did , my lord ...
Strana 42
... Duke . Duke . How now , Sir Proteus ! how now , Thurio ! Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late ? Thu. Not I. Pro . Nor I. Duke . Saw you my daughter ? Pro . Neither . Duke . Why , then , She's fled unto that peasant Valentine ; And ...
... Duke . Duke . How now , Sir Proteus ! how now , Thurio ! Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late ? Thu. Not I. Pro . Nor I. Duke . Saw you my daughter ? Pro . Neither . Duke . Why , then , She's fled unto that peasant Valentine ; And ...
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Strana 222 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws, and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Strana 472 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Strana 444 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Strana 389 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Strana 6 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Strana 182 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Strana 81 - To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Strana 17 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Strana 388 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.